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Drowsing, they take the noble attitude of a great sphinx, who, in a desert land, sleeps always, dreaming dreams that have no end.

Charles Baudelaire

The immense appetite we have for biography comes from a deep-seated sense of equality.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

Appetite Biography Immense
What is love? The need of coming out of one’s self.
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Love Need People Self
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
A silent mouth is sweet to hear.
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Mouth Silent Sweet
Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.
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Ephemeral Eternal Extract
My soul travels on the smell of perfume like the souls of other men on music.
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Men Music Travel
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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Atmosphere City Life
Nations, like families, have great men only in spite of themselves.
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Baudelaire Family Like Men
What is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires an accomplice.
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Beauty Best Crime Love
What could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait.
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Portrait Profound Simple
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
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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Believe Men Suffer
Genius is simply childhood, rediscovered by an act of will.
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Childhood Genius
Multitude, solitude: equal and interchangeable terms for the active and prolific poet.
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Crowd Poet Solitude
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
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.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

Evil Pleasure Unique

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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