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Forest, I fear you! In my ruined heart your roaring wakens the same agony as in cathedrals when the organ moans and from the depths I hear that I am damned.

Charles Baudelaire

This 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 BAUDELAIRE

Believe Men Suffer
That 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 BAUDELAIRE

Astonishment Essential Unexpected
Forest, I fear you! In my ruined heart your roaring wakens the same agony as in cathedrals when the organ moans and from the depths I hear that I am damned.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

Agony Depth Heart
Through the Unknown, we’ll find the New
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Found New People World
Multitude, solitude: equal and interchangeable terms for the active and prolific poet.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

Crowd Poet Solitude
Genius is simply childhood, rediscovered by an act of will.
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Childhood Genius
What could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait.
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Portrait Profound Simple
Nations, like families, have great men only in spite of themselves.
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Baudelaire Family Like Men
La volupte unique et supre” me de l’amour g|”t dans la certitude de faire le mal. The unique, supreme pleasure of love consists in the certainty of doing evil.
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Evil Pleasure Unique
I 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.
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Cat Glass Music Window
It is from the womb of art that criticism was born.
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Art Born Criticism
Comme l’imagination a cre e le monde, elle le gouverne. Because imagination created the world, it governs it.
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Create Imagination Monde World
Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.
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Ephemeral Eternal Extract
A silent mouth is sweet to hear.
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Mouth Silent Sweet
What is love? The need of coming out of one’s self.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

Love Need People Self
Modernity is the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, which make up one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immutable. This transitory fugitive element, which is constantly changing, must not be despised or neglected.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

Art Contingent Element Half

Forest, I fear you! In my ruined heart your roaring wakens the same agony as in cathedrals when the organ moans and from the depths I hear that I am damned.

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