“I can barely conceive a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy.” — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
“—But why is she weeping? She, the perfect beauty, Who could put at her feet the conquered human race, What secret malady… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
“THE CAT Come, superb cat, to my amorous heart; Hold back the talons of your paws, Let me gaze into your beautiful… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
“The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries out in terror before being vanquished.” — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
“That which is not slightly distorted lacks sensible appeal: from which it follows that irregularity - that is to say, the unexpected,… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries out in terror before he is defeated. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
In our corruption we perceive beauties unrevealed to ancient times. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The idea of beauty which man creates for himself imprints itself on his whole attire, crumples or stiffens his dress, rounds off… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Relate comic things in pompous fashion. Irregularity, in other words the unexpected, the surprising, the astonishing, are essential to and characteristic of… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
All which is beautiful and noble is the result of reason and calculation. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The idea which man forms of beauty imprints itself throughout his attire, rumples or stiffens his garments, rounds off or aligns his… — 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 pleasure we derive from the representation of the present is due, not only to the beauty it can be clothed in,… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries with terror before being defeated. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter, O Beauty! — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Go then, a starveling girl With no perfume or pearls, Only your nudity O my beauty! — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
“It is this admirable, this immortal, instinctive sense of beauty that leads us to look upon the spectacle of this world as… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
“With heart at rest I climbed the citadel's Steep height, and saw the city as from a tower, Hospital, brothel, prison, and… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature? — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
There is no such thing as a long piece of work, except one that you dare not start. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
Amer savoir, celui qu'on tire du voyage! Bitter is the knowledge gained in travelling. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
“I can barely conceive a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy.” — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
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 Image
Multitude, solitude: equal and interchangeable terms for the active and prolific poet. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Any healthy man can go without food for two days - but not without poetry. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
