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Charles Baudelaire Quotes

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Charles Baudelaire quotes

In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be situated in this world, oppressed or oppressing, resigned or rebellious, a man among men.

God is the only being who, in order to reign, doesn't even need to exist.

In literature as in ethics, there is danger, as well as glory, in being subtle. Aristocracy isolates us.

An artist is an artist only because of his exquisite sense of beauty, a sense which shows him intoxicating pleasures, but which at the same time implies and contains an equally exquisite sense of all deformities and all disproportion.

It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree.

There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create.

Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.

The man who says his evening prayer is a captain posting his sentinels. He can sleep.

The dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music, and it has the additional merit of being human and palpable. Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.

Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter, O Beauty!

Even in the centuries which appear to us to be the most monstrous and foolish, the immortal appetite for beauty has always found satisfaction.

There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.

It is time to get drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk; get drunk without stopping! On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.

I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.

A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.

How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.

The world only goes round by misunderstanding.

The unique and supreme voluptuousness of love lies in the certainty of committing evil. And men and women know from birth that in evil is found all sensual delight.

Genius is childhood recalled at will.

It would be difficult for me not to conclude that the most perfect type of masculine beauty is Satan, as portrayed by Milton.