What is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires an accomplice.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREWhat is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires an accomplice.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREThat which is not slightly distorted lacks sensible appeal; from which it follows that irregularity – that is to say, the unexpected, surprise and astonishment, are a essential part and characteristic of beauty.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREThis life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like to suffer in front of the stove, and another believes that he would recover his health beside the window.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREMy soul travels on the smell of perfume like the souls of other men on music.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREWhat could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREThe immense appetite we have for biography comes from a deep-seated sense of equality.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREMultitude, solitude: equal and interchangeable terms for the active and prolific poet.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREA silent mouth is sweet to hear.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREExtract the eternal from the ephemeral.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREThe life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects. We are enveloped and steeped as though in an atmosphere of the marvelous; but we do not notice it.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRENations, like families, have great men only in spite of themselves.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREThrough the Unknown, we’ll find the New
CHARLES BAUDELAIREMan loves man so much that when he flees the city, it is still to seek the crowd, that is, to rebuild the city in the country.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREThe poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as he wishes.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREEverything that gives pleasure has its reason. To scorn the mobs of those who go astray is not the means to bring them around.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREI love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and trying to stick to the panes of glass with its claws.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE