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

We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time. And there are but two means of escaping and forgetting this nightmare: pleasure and work. Pleasure consumes us. Work strengthens us. Let us choose.

   

The dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music, and it has the additional merit of being human and palpable. Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.

   

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

   

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

   

For the merchant, even honesty is a financial speculation.

   

Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it through forests of symbols, which observe him with familiar glances.

   

The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as he wishes.

   

Nothing can be done except little by little.

   

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

   

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.

   

The priest is an immense being because he makes the crowd believe astonishing things.

   

The world only goes round by misunderstanding.

   

It would perhaps be nice to be alternately the victim and the executioner.

   

I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.

   

But a dandy can never be a vulgar man.

   

Even in the centuries which appear to us to be the most monstrous and foolish, the immortal appetite for beauty has always found satisfaction.

   

Any newspaper, from the first line to the last, is nothing but a web of horrors, I cannot understand how an innocent hand can touch a newspaper without convulsing in disgust.

   

Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter, O Beauty!

   

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

   

Always be a poet, even in prose.

   

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