The vices of man, as full of horror as one might suppose them to be, contain the proof (if in nothing else… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Man loves man so much that when he flees the city, it is still to seek the crowd, that is, to rebuild… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The more a man cultivates the arts the less he fornicates. A more and more apparent cleavage occurs between the spirit and… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The artist is today and has been for many years, despite his absence of merit, simply a spoiled child. So many honors,… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Tell me, enigmatical man, whom do you love best, your father, Your mother, your sister, or your brother? I have neither father,… — 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
Alas! Man's vices, horrible as they are supposed to be, contain the positive proof of his taste for the infinite. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Every healthy man can do without food for two days — but without poetry, never! — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Nations, like families, have great men only in spite of themselves. They do everything in their power not to have any. And… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Genius is no more than childhood recaptured at will, childhood equipped now with man's physical means to express itself, and with the… — 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
A man who drinks only water has a secret to hide from his fellow men. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
There is no sweeter pleasure than to surprise a man by giving him more than he hopes for. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The man who is unable to people his solitude is equally unable to be alone in a bustling crowd. The poet enjoys… — 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
Our squalid society rushed, Narcissus to a man, to gaze on its trivial image on a scrap of metal. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
By nature, by necessity itself, [primitive man] is encyclopedic, while civilized man finds himself confined in the infinitely small regions of specialization. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Poetry and progress are like two ambitious men who hate one another with an instinctive hatred, and when they meet upon the… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Being a useful man has always seemed to me to be something truly hideous. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Nations, like families, have great men only in spite of themselves. — 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
In this horror of solitude, this need to lose his ego in exterior flesh, which man calls grandly the need for love. — 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
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
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