In our corruption we perceive beauties unrevealed to ancient times. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
There are moments of existence when time and space are more profound, and the awareness of existence is immensely heightened. — 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
“Flesh is willing, but the Soul requires Sisyphean patience for its song, Time, Hippocrates remarked, is short and Art is long.” — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
I lived for a long time under vast porticos That maritime suns tinted with a thousand fires, And whose great pillars, straight… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The taste for pleasure attaches us to the present. The concern with our salvation leaves us hanging on the future. — 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
From that moment onwards, our loathsome society rushed, like Narcissus, to contemplate its trivial image on a metallic plate. A form of… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Artist should look at the reality and brutality of modern life in all its color, nature with all its imperfections - that… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time. And there are but two means of escaping… — 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
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
Nearly all our originality comes from the stamp that time impresses upon our sensibility. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
The will to work must dominate, for art is long and time is brief. — 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
It is the hour to be drunken! to escape being the martyred slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry,… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
That in all times, mediocrity has dominated, that is indubitable; but that it reigns more than ever, that it is becoming absolutely… — 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
“It's time, Old Captain, lift anchor, sink! The land rots; we shall sail into the night; if now the sky and sea… — 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
“O Death, old captain, it is time! let us lift anchor. This land tires us, O Death. Let us be under way!… — 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
My concern today is with the painting of manners of the present. The past is interesting not only by reason of 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
