Comme l’imagination a cre e le monde, elle le gouverne. Because imagination created the world, it governs it.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREComme l’imagination a cre e le monde, elle le gouverne. Because imagination created the world, it governs it.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREExtract the eternal from the ephemeral.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREGenius is simply childhood, rediscovered by an act of will.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREDrowsing, they take the noble attitude of a great sphinx, who, in a desert land, sleeps always, dreaming dreams that have no end.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREA silent mouth is sweet to hear.
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 BAUDELAIRENations, like families, have great men only in spite of themselves.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRELa 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.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREThrough the Unknown, we’ll find the New
CHARLES BAUDELAIREThe immense appetite we have for biography comes from a deep-seated sense of equality.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREModernity 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 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 BAUDELAIREForest, 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 BAUDELAIREMy soul travels on the smell of perfume like the souls of other men on music.
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 BAUDELAIREWhat is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires an accomplice.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE