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
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
“A soul is a thing so impalpable, so often useless and sometimes such a nuisance, that the loss of it disturbed me… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
In certain almost supernatural states of the soul, the profundity of life reveals itself entirely in the spectacle, however ordinary it may… — 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
Any man who does not accept the conditions of life sells his soul. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
I think I would be happy in that place I happen not to be, and this question of moving house is the… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul, that soft summer morning round a turning in the path, the disgusting carcass… — 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
Within the bottle's depths, the wine's soul sang one night. Drink wine, drink poetry, drink virtue. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
What men call love is a very small, restricted, feeble thing compared with this ineffable orgy, this divine prostitution of the soul… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The more delicate and ambitious the soul, the further do dreams estrange it from possible things. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Who among us has not dreamt, in moments of ambition, of the miracle of a poetic prose, musical without rhythm and rhyme,… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
I have to confess that I had gambled on my soul and lost it with heroic insouciance and lightness of touch. The… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
My soul travels on the smell of perfume like the souls of other men on music. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
It is at once by way of poetry and through poetry, as with music, that the soul glimpses splendors from beyond the… — 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
