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 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.
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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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Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.
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What could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait.
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What is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires an accomplice.
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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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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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Through the Unknown, we’ll find the New
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Nations, like families, have great men only in spite of themselves.
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That 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.
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Genius is simply childhood, rediscovered by an act of will.
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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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It is from the womb of art that criticism was born.
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Multitude, solitude: equal and interchangeable terms for the active and prolific poet.
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My soul travels on the smell of perfume like the souls of other men on music.
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What is love? The need of coming out of one’s self.
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