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What is love? The need of coming out of one’s self.

Charles Baudelaire

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

Give Mean Reason
What is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires an accomplice.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

Beauty Best Crime Love
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
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.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

Atmosphere City Life
Multitude, solitude: equal and interchangeable terms for the active and prolific poet.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

Crowd Poet Solitude
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.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

Believe Men Suffer
Through the Unknown, we’ll find the New
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Found New People World
Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

Ephemeral Eternal Extract
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.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

Art Contingent Element Half
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.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

Cities Country Men
Genius is simply childhood, rediscovered by an act of will.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

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.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

Attitude Dream Sleep
It is from the womb of art that criticism was born.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

Art Born Criticism
Nations, like families, have great men only in spite of themselves.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

Baudelaire Family Like Men
The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as he wishes.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

Able Privilege Wish
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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