Charles Baudelaire Quotes
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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.
Charles Baudelaire
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Author Details:
Type:
Poet Quotes
Category:
French Poet Quotes
Date of Birth:
April 9, 1821
Date of Death:
August 31, 1867
Nationality:
French
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Select Charles Baudelaire Quotations:
Inspiration comes of working every day.
Charles Baudelaire
Those men get along best with women who can get along best without them.
Charles Baudelaire
We are all born marked for evil.
Charles Baudelaire
Nothing can be done except little by little.
Charles Baudelaire
Everything for me becomes allegory.
Charles Baudelaire
Always be a poet, even in prose.
Charles Baudelaire
Anybody, providing he knows how to be amusing, has the right to talk about himself.
Charles Baudelaire
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All Charles Baudelaire Quotations:
A book is a garden, an...
A frenzied passion for art is...
A sweetheart is a bottle of...
All which is beautiful and noble...
Always be a poet, even in prose.
Any healthy man can go without...
Any man who does not accept...
Any newspaper, from the first line...
Anybody, providing he knows how to...
As a small child, I felt...
Beauty is the sole ambition, the...
But a dandy can never be...
Common sense tells us that the...
Even if it were proven that...
Even in the centuries which appear...
Everything considered, work is less boring...
Everything for me becomes allegory.
Everything that is beautiful and noble...
Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally...
Evil is done without effort, naturally...
For each letter received from a...
For the merchant, even honesty is...
France is not poetic; she even...
God is the only being who...
How little remains of the man...
Hypocrite reader my fellow my brother!
I am unable to understand how...
I can barely conceive of a...
I have cultivated my hysteria with...
I have more memories than if...
I love Wagner, but the music...
If the poet has pursued a...
In literature as in ethics, there...
In order for the artist to...
Inspiration comes of working every day.
It is by universal misunderstanding that...
It is from the womb of...
It is the hour to be...
It is time to get drunk...
It would be difficult for me...
It would perhaps be nice to...
Let us beware of common folk...
Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the...
Modernity signifies the transitory, the fugitive, the...
Music fathoms the sky.
Nature is a temple in which...
Nature... is nothing but the inner...
Nearly all our originality comes from...
Nothing can be done except little...
Our religion is itself profoundly sad...
Progress, this great heresy of decay.
Sexuality is the lyricism of the masses.
The dance can reveal everything mysterious...
The insatiable thirst for everything which...
The life of our city is...
The lover of life makes the...
The man who says his evening...
The pleasure we derive from the...
The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege...
The priest is an immense being...
The study of beauty is a...
The unique and supreme voluptuousness of...
The world only goes round by misunderstanding.
There are as many kinds of...
There are moments of existence when...
There exist only three respectable beings...
There is no dream of love...
There is no more steely barb...
There is no such thing as...
This life is a hospital in...
Those men get along best with...
To be a great man and...
To handle a language skillfully is...
To say the word Romanticism is...
Two fundamental literary qualities: supernaturalism and irony...
We are all born marked for evil.
We are weighed down, every moment...
What is art? Prostitution.
What is exhilarating in bad taste...
Whether you come from heaven or...
Who would dare assign to art...
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