Everything that gives pleasure has its reason. To scorn the mobs of those who go astray is not the means to bring them around.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREWhat is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires an accomplice.
More Charles Baudelaire Quotes
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A silent mouth is sweet to hear.
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My soul travels on the smell of perfume like the souls of other men on music.
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What is love? The need of coming out of one’s self.
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Through the Unknown, we’ll find the New
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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.
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The 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.
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Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.
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The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as he wishes.
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Genius is simply childhood, rediscovered by an act of will.
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Nations, like families, have great men only in spite of themselves.
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What could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait.
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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.
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What is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires an accomplice.
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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.
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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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