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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.
Life has but one true charm: the charm of the game. But what if we’re indifferent to whether we win or lose?
Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.
To handle a language skillfully is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.
Unable to suppress love, the Church wanted at least to disinfect it, and it created marriage.
Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.
A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.
All which is beautiful and noble is the result of reason and calculation.
Passion I hate, and spirit does me wrong. Let us love gently.
