The form of a town changes more swiftly alas! Than the heart of a mortal. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart). — 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
Every idea is endowed of itself with immortal life, like a human being. All created form, even that which is created by… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
From that moment onwards, our loathsome society rushed, like Narcissus, to contemplate its trivial image on a metallic plate. A form of… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
I have always been astonished that women were allowed to enter churches. What conversation can they possibly have with God? The eternal… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
All forms of beauty, like all possible phenomena, contain an element of the eternal and an element of the transitory - of… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Who among us has not, in moments of ambition, dreamt of the miracle of a form of poetic prose, musical but without… — 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
