The unique and supreme voluptuousness of love lies in the certainty of committing evil. And men and women know from birth that… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance; We find delight in the most loathsome things; Some furtherance of Hell each… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
What can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt, if only for a second, the infinity of delight? — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Thanks be to God, Who gives us sufferingas sacred remedy for all our sins,that best and purest essence which preparesthe strong in… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The solitary and thoughtful stroller finds a singular intoxication in this universal communion. The man who loves to lose himself in a… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
I have cultivated my hysteria with delight and terror. Now I suffer continually from vertigo, and today, 23rd of January, 1862, I… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
There are in every man, always, two simultaneous allegiances, one to God, the other to Satan. Invocation of God, or Spirituality, is… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
These beings have no other status, but that of cultivating the idea of beauty in their own persons, of satisfying their passions,… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The being who, for most men, is the source of the most lively, and even, be it said, to the shame of… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature? — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share
“The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist”—Charles Baudelaire “The second greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share
“This life is a hospital in which each patient is possessed by the desire to change beds. One wants to suffer in front of… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share
There is no such thing as a long piece of work, except one that you dare not start. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share
Our religion is itself profoundly sad - a religion of universal anguish, and one which, because of its very catholicity, grants full liberty to… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share
But the true voyagers are only those who leave Just to be leaving; hearts light, like balloons, They never turn aside from their fatality… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share
Amer savoir, celui qu'on tire du voyage! Bitter is the knowledge gained in travelling. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share
“I can barely conceive a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy.” — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share
The vices of man, as full of horror as one might suppose them to be, contain the proof (if in nothing else but their… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share
Multitude, solitude: equal and interchangeable terms for the active and prolific poet. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share
Any healthy man can go without food for two days - but not without poetry. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share
Man loves man so much that when he flees the city, it is still to seek the crowd, that is, to rebuild the city… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share
“—But why is she weeping? She, the perfect beauty, Who could put at her feet the conquered human race, What secret malady gnaws at… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share
