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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.

Charles Baudelaire

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

Beauty Best Crime Love
The immense appetite we have for biography comes from a deep-seated sense of equality.
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Appetite Biography Immense
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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Cities Country Men
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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Attitude Dream Sleep
My soul travels on the smell of perfume like the souls of other men on music.
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Men Music Travel
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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Agony Depth Heart
Nations, like families, have great men only in spite of themselves.
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Baudelaire Family Like Men
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
Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.
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Ephemeral Eternal Extract
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
What is love? The need of coming out of one’s self.
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Love Need People Self
Multitude, solitude: equal and interchangeable terms for the active and prolific poet.
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Crowd Poet Solitude
Genius is simply childhood, rediscovered by an act of will.
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Childhood Genius
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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Astonishment Essential Unexpected
Through the Unknown, we’ll find the New
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Found New People World
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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Evil Pleasure Unique
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
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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Cat Glass Music Window
It is from the womb of art that criticism was born.
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Art Born Criticism
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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Atmosphere City Life
The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as he wishes.
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Able Privilege Wish
A silent mouth is sweet to hear.
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Mouth Silent Sweet
Comme l’imagination a cre e le monde, elle le gouverne. Because imagination created the world, it governs it.
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Create Imagination Monde World
What could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait.
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Portrait Profound Simple

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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