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
respect soldier three
There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create.
men taste vices
Alas! Man's vices, horrible as they are supposed to be, contain the positive proof of his taste for the infinite.
nature action mysterious
There exist certain individuals who are, by nature, given purely to contemplation and are utterly unsuited to action, and who, nevertheless, under a mysterious and unknown impulse, sometimes act with a speed which they themselves would have thought beyond them.
independent men ideas
Every idea is endowed of itself with immortal life, like a human being. All created form, even that which is created by man, is immortal. For form is independent of matter: molecules do not constitute form.
art cheer mind
Art is an infinitely precious good, a draught both refreshing and cheering which restores the stomach and the mind to the natural equilibrium of the ideal.
art criticism born
It is from the womb of art that criticism was born.
fate years lament
and over your unconsecrated head you'll hear the howling wolves lament their fate and yours the livelong year;
Through the Unknown, we'll find the New
artist technique methodology
As for techniques and processes, as seen in the works themselves, neither public nor artists will find anything about them here. Those things are learned in the studio and the public is interested only in the results.
education art children
The artist is today and has been for many years, despite his absence of merit, simply a spoiled child. So many honors, so much money bestowed on men without souls and without education.
photography art stupidity
If photography is allowed to supplement art in some of its functions, it will soon have supplanted or corrupted it altogether, thanks to the stupidity of the multitude which is its natural ally.
love taste facts
Love is a taste for prostitution. In fact, there is no noble pleasure that cannot be reduced to Prostitution.
seeds knows
I throw fresh seeds out. Who knows what survives?
men hideous idleness
Being a useful man has always seemed to me to be something truly hideous.