Drowsing, they take the noble attitude of a great sphinx, who, in a desert land, sleeps always, dreaming dreams that have no end.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREComme l’imagination a cre e le monde, elle le gouverne. Because imagination created the world, it governs it.
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My soul travels on the smell of perfume like the souls of other men on music.
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It is from the womb of art that criticism was born.
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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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A silent mouth is sweet to hear.
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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.
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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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The immense appetite we have for biography comes from a deep-seated sense of equality.
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What could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait.
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Genius is simply childhood, rediscovered by an act of will.
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Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.
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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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Everything that gives pleasure has its reason. To scorn the mobs of those who go astray is not the means to bring them around.
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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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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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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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