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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 Baudelaire

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
Man 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.
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Cities Country Men
What is love? The need of coming out of one’s self.
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Love Need People Self
The immense appetite we have for biography comes from a deep-seated sense of equality.
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Appetite Biography Immense
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.
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Crowd Poet Solitude
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
What could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait.
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Portrait Profound Simple
Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.
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Ephemeral Eternal Extract
The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as he wishes.
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Able Privilege Wish
A silent mouth is sweet to hear.
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Mouth Silent Sweet
My soul travels on the smell of perfume like the souls of other men on music.
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Men Music Travel
Genius is simply childhood, rediscovered by an act of will.
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Childhood Genius
Drowsing, they take the noble attitude of a great sphinx, who, in a desert land, sleeps always, dreaming dreams that have no end.
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Attitude Dream Sleep
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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Agony Depth Heart
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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Art Contingent Element Half

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