Charles Baudelaire
Charles Baudelaire
Charles Pierre Baudelaire; April 9, 1821 – August 31, 1867) was a French poet who also produced notable work as an essayist, art critic, and pioneering translator of Edgar Allan Poe...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth9 April 1821
CityParis, France
CountryFrance
grace pleasure richness
La, tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté Luxe, calme et volupté There, there is nothing else but grace and measure, Richness, quietness, and pleasure.
satisfaction proud pleasure
It is the pleasure of astonishing others, and the proud satisfaction of never being astonished by them.
unique evil pleasure
La volupte unique et supre" me de l'amour g|"t dans la certitude de faire le mal. The unique, supreme pleasure of love consists in the certainty of doing evil.
pleasure
I set out to discover the why of it, and to transform my pleasure into knowledge.
hysteria pleasure terror
I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.
artist pleasure deformity
An artist is an artist only because of his exquisite sense of beauty, a sense which shows him intoxicating pleasures, but which at the same time implies and contains an equally exquisite sense of all deformities and all disproportion.
crowds expression joy mysterious number pleasure sensual
The pleasure of being in crowds is a mysterious expression of sensual joy in the multiplication of Number
hate passion doe
Passion I hate, and spirit does me wrong. Let us love gently.
travel home independent
For the perfect idler, for the passionate observer it becomes an immense source of enjoyment to establish his dwelling in the throng, in the ebb and flow, the bustle, the fleeting and the infinite. To be away from home and yet to feel at home anywhere; to see the world, to be at the very center of the world, and yet to be unseen of the world, such are some of the minor pleasures of those independent, intense and impartial spirits, who do not lend themselves easily to linguistic definitions. The observer is a prince enjoying his incognito wherever he goes.
summer fall autumn
Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows, and all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone. I already hear the dead thuds of logs below falling on the cobblestones and the lawn.
procrastination long tasks
No task is a long one but the task on which one dare not start. It becomes a nightmare.
drunk alcohol
Always be drunk ... Get drunk militantly. Just get drunk.
sarcastic art prostitution
What is art? Prostitution.
cat needs speak
When it meows, one scarcely hears it... It has not the need of words to speak the lengthiest phraseologies.