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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.

Charles Baudelaire

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
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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Give Mean Reason
What is love? The need of coming out of one’s self.
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Love Need People Self
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
Multitude, solitude: equal and interchangeable terms for the active and prolific poet.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

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.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

Agony Depth Heart
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
The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as he wishes.
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Able Privilege Wish
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.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

Cat Glass Music Window
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
What is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires an accomplice.
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Beauty Best Crime Love
Nations, like families, have great men only in spite of themselves.
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Baudelaire Family Like Men
A silent mouth is sweet to hear.
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Mouth Silent Sweet
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
What could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

Portrait Profound Simple

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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