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.
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.
He who looks through an open window sees fewer things than he who looks through a closed window.
The immense appetite we have for biography comes from a deep-seated sense of equality.
I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.
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?
A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.
Let us beware of common folk, common sense, sentiment, inspiration, and the obvious.
I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.
