Genius is simply childhood, rediscovered by an act of will.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREWhat could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait.
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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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A silent mouth is sweet to hear.
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Comme l’imagination a cre e le monde, elle le gouverne. Because imagination created the world, it governs it.
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What could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait.
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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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The immense appetite we have for biography comes from a deep-seated sense of equality.
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Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.
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My soul travels on the smell of perfume like the souls of other men on music.
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The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as he wishes.
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Nations, like families, have great men only in spite of themselves.
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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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Multitude, solitude: equal and interchangeable terms for the active and prolific poet.
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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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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.
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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.
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