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Charles Baudelaire
April 9, 1821 - August 31, 1867
Nationality: French
Category: Poet
Subcategory: French Poet

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

   

I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust.

   

Inspiration comes of working every day.

   

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

   

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.

   

Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.

   

I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.

   

Let us beware of common folk, of common sense, of sentiment, of inspiration, and of the obvious.

   

Any man who does not accept the conditions of life sells his soul.

   

There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.

   

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

   

France is not poetic; she even feels, in fact, a congenital horror of poetry. Among the writers who use verse, those whom she will always prefer are the most prosaic.

   

Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself.

   

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

   

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

   

I love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and trying to stick to the panes of glass with its claws.

   

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

   

We are all born marked for evil.

   

What is art? Prostitution.

   

The pleasure we derive from the representation of the present is due, not only to the beauty it can be clothed in, but also to its essential quality of being the present.

   

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