From Satan or from God, what matter? Angel or Siren, What matter, if you make - fairy with velvet eyes, Rhythm, perfume,… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters...But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Nothing in a portrait is a matter of indifference. Gesture, grimace, clothing, decor even - all must combine to realize a character. — 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
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 his soft fur, golden and brown, Goes out so sweet a scent, one night I might have been embalmed in it… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter, O Beauty! — 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
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
