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More Quotes by Charles Baudelaire
Let us beware of common folk, common sense, sentiment, inspiration, and the obvious.
He who looks through an open window sees fewer things than he who looks through a closed window.
But what does it matter what reality is outside myself, so long as it has helped me to live, to feel that I am, and what I am?
Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.
No task is a long one but the task on which one dare not start. It becomes a nightmare.
Life has but one true charm: the charm of the game. But what if we’re indifferent to whether we win or lose?
The insatiable thirst for everything which lies beyond, & which life reveals is the most living proof of our immortality.
I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.
Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.
I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.