More Quotes by Charles Baudelaire
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.
Let us beware of common folk, common sense, sentiment, inspiration, and the obvious.
I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust.
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?
A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.
He who looks through an open window sees fewer things than he who looks through a closed window.
I can barely conceive a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy.
Unable to suppress love, the Church wanted at least to disinfect it, and it created marriage.
