Nothing can be done except little by little.— Charles Baudelaire
The most astounding Charles Baudelaire quotes that are easy to memorize and remember
To say the word Romanticism is to say modern art - that is, intimacy, spirituality, color, aspiration towards the infinite, expressed by every means available to the arts.
The man who says his evening prayer is a captain posting his sentinels. He can sleep.
I have to confess that I had gambled on my soul and lost it with heroic insouciance and lightness of touch. The soul is so impalpable, so often useless, and sometimes such a nuisance, that I felt no more emotion on losing it than if, on a stroll, I had mislaid my visiting card.
Dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music
A sweetheart is a bottle of wine, a wife is a wine bottle.
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters...But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.
There are in every man, always, two simultaneous allegiances, one to God, the other to Satan. Invocation of God, or Spirituality, is a desire to climb higher; that of Satan, or animality, is delight in descent.
A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.
I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust.
Life has but one true charm: the charm of the game.
But what if we’re indifferent to whether we win or lose?
This life is a hospital where every patient is possessed with the desire to change beds; one man would like to suffer in front of the stove, and another believes that he would recover his health beside the window.
True Civilization does not lie in gas, nor in steam, nor in turn-tables.
It lies in the reduction of the traces of original sin.
It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more than an orgy of the common man. Instead of being a sudden impulse full of ardor and reverie, it becomes a distastefully utilitarian affair.
Always be a poet, even in prose.
We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time.
And there are but two means of escaping and forgetting this nightmare: pleasure and work. Pleasure consumes us. Work strengthens us. Let us choose.
That which is not slightly distorted lacks sensible appeal;
from which it follows that irregularity – that is to say, the unexpected, surprise and astonishment, are a essential part and characteristic of beauty.
There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.
The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as he wishes.
The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he doesn't exist
Let us beware of common folk, of common sense, of sentiment, of inspiration, and of the obvious.
The whole visible universe is but a storehouse of images and signs to which the imagination will give a relative place and value; it is a sort of pasture which the imagination must digest and transform.
Like those great sphinxes lounging through eternity in noble attitudes upon the desert sand, they gaze incuriously at nothing, calm and wise.
The more a man cultivates the arts the less he fornicates.
A more and more apparent cleavage occurs between the spirit and the brute.
Where are the dogs going? you people who pay so little attention ask.
They are going about their business. And they are very punctilious, without wallets, notes, and without briefcases.
Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.
Any man who does not accept the conditions of human life sells his soul.
To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home;
to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world—impartial natures which the tongue can but clumsily define. The spectator is a prince who everywhere rejoices in his incognito.
No task is a long one but the task on which one dare not start. It becomes a nightmare.
It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree.
For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree.
An artist is an artist only because of his exquisite sense of beauty, a sense which shows him intoxicating pleasures, but which at the same time implies and contains an equally exquisite sense of all deformities and all disproportion.
There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create.
Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.
Here comes the time when, vibrating on its stem, every flower fumes like a censer; noises and perfumes circle in the evening air.
The will to work must dominate, for art is long and time is brief.
It would be difficult for me not to conclude that the most perfect type of masculine beauty is Satan, as portrayed by Milton.
What can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt, if only for a second, the infinity of delight?
Everything for me becomes allegory
To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.
In putting off what one has to do, one runs the risk of never being able to do it.
The lover of life makes the whole world into his family, just as the lover of the fair sex creates his from all the lovely women he has found, from those that could be found, and those who are impossible to find.
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.
The world only goes round by misunderstanding.
Finer than any sand are dusts of gold that gleam, Vague starpoints, in the mystic iris of their eyes.
Nature... is nothing but the inner voice of self-interest.
Nearly all our originality comes from the stamp that time impresses upon our sensibility.
Drowsing, they take the noble attitude of a great sphinx, who, in a desert land, sleeps always, dreaming dreams that have no end.
There are but three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the warrior and the poet. To know, to kill and to create. The rest of mankind may be taxed and drudged, they are born for the stable, that is to say, to practise what they call professions.
Our squalid society rushed, Narcissus to a man, to gaze on its trivial image on a scrap of metal.
I sit in the sky like a sphinx misunderstood;
My heart of snow is wed to the whiteness of swans; I hate the movement that displaces the rigid lines, With lips untaught neither tears nor laughter do I know.