Charles Baudelaire Quotes
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Music fathoms the sky.
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Nothing can be done except little by little.
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Le Poète est semblable au prince des nuéesQui hante la tempête et se rit de l’archer ;Exilé sur le sol au milieu des huées,Ses ailes de géant l’empêchent de marcher.
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Tous les grands poètes deviennent naturellement, fatalement, critiques.
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It is the hour to be drunken! to escape being the martyred slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.
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La plus belle des ruses du diable est de vous persuader qu'il n'existe pas.
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It would be difficult for me not to conclude that the most perfect type of masculine beauty is Satan, as portrayed by Milton.
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For the merchant, even honesty is a financial speculation.
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I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.
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La femme est naturelle, c'est-à-dire abominable.
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Là, tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté,Luxe, calme et volupté.
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Homme libre, toujours tu chériras la mer.
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What is art? Prostitution.
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Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation.
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Anybody, providing he knows how to be amusing, has the right to talk about himself.
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Ne pouvant supprimer l'amour, l'Église a voulu au moins le désinfecter, et elle a fait le mariage.
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La femme ne sait pas séparer l'âme du corps.
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I consider it useless and tedious to represent what exists, because nothing that exists satisfies me. Nature is ugly, and I prefer the monsters of my fancy to what is positively trivial.
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Our religion is itself profoundly sad - a religion of universal anguish, and one which, because of its very catholicity, grants full liberty to the individual and asks no better than to be celebrated in each man's own language - so long as he knows anguish and is a painter.
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But a dandy can never be a vulgar man.
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Glorifier le culte des images (ma grande, mon unique, ma primitive passion).
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It is necessary to work, if not from inclination, at least from despair. Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself.
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Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it through forests of symbols, which observe him with familiar glances.
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Even in the centuries which appear to us to be the most monstrous and foolish, the immortal appetite for beauty has always found satisfaction.