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
“Conceive a canvas for a lyrical or fairytale buffoonery, for a pantomime, and translate it into a serious novel. Drown everything in… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as he wishes. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The Poet is a kinsman in the clouds Who scoffs at archers, loves a stormy day; But on the ground, among the… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
There are but three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the warrior and the poet. To know, to kill and to create.… — 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
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
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
“The poet resembles this prince of cloud and sky Who frequents the tempest and laughs at the bowman; When exiled on the… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Every healthy man can do without food for two days — but without poetry, never! — 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
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
“Be Drunken, Always. That is the point; nothing else matters. If you would not feel the horrible burden of Time weigh you… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The poet is like the prince of clouds Who haunts the tempest and laughs at the archer; Exiled on the ground in… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Poetry has no goal other than itself; it can have no other, and no poem will be so great, so noble, so… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Relate comic things in pompous fashion. Irregularity, in other words the unexpected, the surprising, the astonishing, are essential to and characteristic of… — 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
I will drop into your chest like a vegetal ambrosia. I will be the grain that regenerates the cruelly plowed furrow. Poetry… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
It is time to get drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk; get drunk without stopping!… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The Poet is like the prince of the clouds, who haunts the tempest and laughs at the archer. Exiled on the ground… — 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
“With my polished Verses as a trellis of pure metal Studded cunningly with rhymes of crystal, I shall make for your head… — 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
