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The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as he wishes.

Charles Baudelaire

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
What is love? The need of coming out of one’s self.
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Love Need People Self
What could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait.
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Portrait Profound Simple
Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.
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Ephemeral Eternal Extract
A silent mouth is sweet to hear.
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Mouth Silent Sweet
The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as he wishes.
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Able Privilege Wish
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 is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires an accomplice.
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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
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
Genius is simply childhood, rediscovered by an act of will.
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Childhood Genius
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
It is from the womb of art that criticism was born.
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Art Born Criticism
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
Through the Unknown, we’ll find the New
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Found New People World

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