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