Charles Baudelaire Quotes (126 Quotes)


    To say the word Romanticism is to say modern art - that is, intimacy, spirituality, color, aspiration towards the infinite, expressed by every means available to the arts.



    If the poet has pursued a moral objective, he has diminished his poetic force.

    There is no such thing as a long piece of work, except one that you dare not start.




    The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries with terror before being defeated.

    The man who says his evening prayer is a captain posting his sentinels. He can sleep.

    Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate; good is always the product of an art.

    The unique and supreme voluptuousness of love lies in the certainty of committing evil. And men and women know from birth that in evil is found all sensual delight.

    It is time to get drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk; get drunk without stopping! On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.

    The cannon thunders... limbs fly in all directions... one can hear the groans of victims and the howling of those performing the sacrifice... it's Humanity in search of happiness.

    All which is beautiful and noble is the result of reason and calculation.

    Those men get along best with women who can get along best without them.


    Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent; it is one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immovable.

    There is no dream of love, however ideal it may be, which does not end up with a fat, greedy baby hanging from the breast.


    To handle a language skillfully is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.

    How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.

    Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation.


    There are in every man, always, two simultaneous allegiances, one to God, the other to Satan. Invocation of God, or Spirituality, is a desire to climb higher that of Satan, or animality, is delight in descent.


    To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.


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    T. S. Eliot - Edgar Allan Poe - Thomas Moore - Thomas Gray - Robert Service - Robert Browning - Ovid - Ogden Nash - Aristophanes - Alcaeus


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