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More Quotes by Charles Baudelaire
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?
I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.
I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust.
The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects. We are enveloped and steeped as though in an atmosphere of the marvelous; but we do not notice it.
Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.
Passion I hate, and spirit does me wrong. Let us love gently.
Life has but one true charm: the charm of the game. But what if we’re indifferent to whether we win or lose?
No task is a long one but the task on which one dare not start. It becomes a nightmare.
The immense appetite we have for biography comes from a deep-seated sense of equality.
All which is beautiful and noble is the result of reason and calculation.
