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.
CHARLES BAUDELAIREMan 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.
More Charles Baudelaire Quotes
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The immense appetite we have for biography comes from a deep-seated sense of equality.
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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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Comme l’imagination a cre e le monde, elle le gouverne. Because imagination created the world, it governs it.
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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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What 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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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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A silent mouth is sweet to hear.
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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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Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.
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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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It is from the womb of art that criticism was born.
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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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The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as he wishes.
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