Charles Baudelaire Quotes

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Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.
— Charles Baudelaire
Sexuality is the lyricism of the masses.


Genius is no more than childhood recalled at will.


It is from the womb of art that criticism was born.


A multitude of small delights constitute happiness.
— Charles Baudelaire


Beauty is the sole ambition, the exclusive goal of Taste.

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Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself.
— Charles Baudelaire


A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.


It proves, on close examination, that work is less boring than amusing oneself.
— Charles Baudelaire


What is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires an accomplice.
— Charles Baudelaire
The man who says his evening prayer is a captain posting his sentinels.  He can sleep.


No task is a long one but the task on which one dare not start. It becomes a nightmare.
— Charles Baudelaire


Nearly all our originality comes from the stamp that time impresses upon our sensibility.


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


Unable to suppress love, the Church wanted at least to disinfect it, and it created marriage.
— Charles Baudelaire

church marriage

Inspiration always comes when a man really wants it to, but it doesn't always go when he wants.


In literature as in ethics, there is danger, as well as glory, in being subtle. Aristocracy isolates us.
— Charles Baudelaire
Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate; good is always the product of an art.

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There are moments of existence when time and space are more profound, and the awareness of existence is immensely heightened.


It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree.  For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree.


Art is an infinitely precious good, a draught both refreshing and cheering which restores the stomach and the mind to the natural equilibrium of the ideal.


Life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed by the desire of changing his bed.  One would prefer to suffer near the fire, and another is certain he would get well if he were by the window.


That in all times, mediocrity has dominated, that is indubitable; but that it reigns more than ever, that it is becoming absolutely triumphant and inhibiting, this is what is as true as it is distressing.