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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Pierre Baudelaire (/ˌboʊdəlˈɛər, boʊdˈlɛər/; French: [ʃaʁl bodlɛʁ] ( listen); April 9, 1821 – August 31, 1867) was a French poet who also produced notable work as an essayist, art critic, and pioneering translator of Edgar Allan Poe.

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Genius is simply childhood, rediscovered by an act of will.

Childhood, Genius, Rediscovered, Simply

It is at once by way of poetry and through poetry, as with music, that the soul glimpses splendors from beyond the tomb; and when an exquisite poem brings one's eyes to the point of tears, those tears are not evidence of an excess of joy, they are witness far more to an exacerbated melancholy, a disposition of the nerves, a nature exiled among imperfect things, which would like to possess, without delay, a paradise revealed on this very same earth.

Exacerbated, Excess, Eye, Imperfect Things, Joy, Soul

In my mind it strolls, as well as in my apartment. A cat, strong, sweet and delightful.

Cat, Mind, Strolls, Strong, Sweet

A precious liquid, a poison dearer than that of the Borgias - because it is made from our blood, our health, our sleep, and two-thirds of our love - we must be stingy with it.

Blood, Hate, Health, Liquid, Sleep

All fashions are charming, or rather relatively charming, each one being a new striving, more or less well conceived, after beauty, an approximate statement of an ideal, the desire for which constantly teases the unsatisfied human mind.

Constantly, Desire, Fashion, Fashions, Mind

What men call love is a very small, restricted, feeble thing compared with this ineffable orgy, this divine prostitution of the soul giving itself entire, all its poetry and all its charity, to the unexpected as it comes along, to the stranger as he passes.

Love Is, Men, Giving, Soul, Divine, Prostitution

There are but three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the warrior and the poet. To know, to kill and to create. The rest of mankind may be taxed and drudged, they are born for the stable, that is to say, to practise what they call professions.

May, Poet, Three, Warrior, Worthy

As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.

Children, Ecstasy, Heart, Horror, Life, Two

What I say is that the supreme and singular joy of making love resides in the certainty of doing evil.

Certainty, Evil, Joy, Love, Making

It is the greatest art of the devil to convince us he does not exist.

Art, Convince, Convince Us, Evil, Greatest

A sweetheart is a bottle of wine, a wife is a wine bottle.

Cute, Funny, Marriage, Sweetheart, Wife, Wine

An artist is only an artist on condition that he neglects no aspect of his dual nature. This dualism is the power of being oneself and someone else at one and the same time.

Art, Dual, Dual Nature, Inspiring, Neglects, Oneself

In literature as in ethics, there is danger, as well as glory, in being subtle. Aristocracy isolates us.

Aristocracy, Ethics, Isolates, Literature, Subtle

Laments of an Icarus The paramours of courtesans Are well and satisfied, content. But as for me my limbs are rent Because I clasped the clouds as mine. I owe it to the peerless stars Which flame in the remotest sky That I see only with spent eyes Remembered suns I knew before. In vain I had at heart to find The center and the end of space. Beneath some burning, unknown gaze I feel my very wings unpinned And, burned because I beauty loved, I shall not know the highest bliss, And give my name to the abyss Which waits to claim me as its own.

Eye, Gaze, Heart, Peerless, Space, Stars

It is one of the prodigious privileges of art that the horrific, artistically expressed, becomes beauty, and that sorrow, given rhythm and cadence, fills the spirit with a calm joy.

Art, Beauty, Becomes, Cadence, Joy

What do I care if you are good? Be beautiful! and be sad!

Beautiful, Care, Good, I Care, Sad

By nature, by necessity itself, [primitive man] is encyclopedic, while civilized man finds himself confined in the infinitely small regions of specialization.

Civilized, Knowledge, Men, Primitive, Primitive Man, Specialization

Always be drunk. . . Get drunk militantly. Just get drunk.

Alcohol, Drunk, Funny Alcohol, Militantly

In philosophical inquiry, the human spirit, imitating the movement of the stars, must follow a curve which brings it back to its point of departure. To conclude is to close a circle.

Back, Close, Inquiry, Philosophical, Stars, Thoughtful

Discover day to day excitement.

Day, Day To Day, Discover, Excitement

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