France is not poetic; she even feels, in fact, a congenital horror of poetry. Among the writers who use verse, those whom… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Be always drunken. Nothing else matters: that is the only question. If you would not feel the horrible burden of time weighing… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
You are sitting and smoking; you believe that you are sitting in your pipe, and that your pipe is smoking you; you… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
In order not to feel time's horrid fardel bruise your shoulders, grinding you into the earth, get drunk and stay that way.… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
France at the dinner table in faraway places; but here, among ourselves, in the family, let us face the facts: France is… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it-it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Laments of an Icarus The paramours of courtesans Are well and satisfied, content. But as for me my limbs are rent Because… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
For the perfect idler, for the passionate observer it becomes an immense source of enjoyment to establish his dwelling in the throng,… — 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
To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, be endlessly… — 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
