Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature? — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
An artist is only an artist on condition that he neglects no aspect of his dual nature. This dualism is the power… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it through forests of symbols, which observe him… — 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
Nature is a word, an allegory, a mold, an embossing, if you will. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
All good and genuine draftsmen draw according to the picture inscribed in their minds, and not according to nature. — 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
...an industry which can furnish results identical to nature must be the absolute in art. — 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
“The child, in love with prints and maps, Holds the whole world in his vast appetite. How large the earth is under… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
There exist certain individuals who are, by nature, given purely to contemplation and are utterly unsuited to action, and who, nevertheless, under… — 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
“Race of Cain, ascend to heaven, And cast God down upon the earth!” — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
“Nature is a temple in which living pillars Sometimes give voice to confused words;” — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
It is this admirable and immortal instinct for beauty which causes us to regard the earth and its spectacles as a glimpse,… — 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
Here comes the time when, vibrating on its stem, every flower fumes like a censer; noises and perfumes circle in the evening… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Nature is a temple, where the living Columns sometimes breathe confusing speech; Man walks within these groves of symbols, each Of which… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
In the domain of painting and statuary, the present-day credo of the worldly wise, especially in France, is this: ... I believe… — 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