It is good sometimes that the happy of this world should learn, were it only to humble their foolish pride for an instant, that there are higher, wider, and rarer joys than theirs. Charles Baudelaire More Quotes by Charles Baudelaire More Quotes From Charles Baudelaire Amer savoir, celui qu'on tire du voyage! Bitter is the knowledge gained in travelling. Charles Baudelaire bitter voyages tire Where one should see only what is beautiful, our public looks only for what is true. Charles Baudelaire beautiful beauty looks Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature? Charles Baudelaire imitating-others literature art And, drunk with my own madness, I shouted at him furiously, "Make life beautiful! Make life beautiful! Charles Baudelaire drunk madness beautiful I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on, The windows and the stars illumined, one by one, The rivers of dark smoke pour upward lazily, And the moon rise and turn them silver. I shall see The springs, the summers, and the autumns slowly pass; And when old Winter puts his blank face to the glass, I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight, And build me stately palaces by candlelight. Charles Baudelaire stars summer spring Art is an infinitely precious good, a draught both refreshing and cheering which restores the stomach and the mind to the natural equilibrium of the ideal. Charles Baudelaire cheer mind art I felt passing over me the wind of the wing of madness. Charles Baudelaire madness wings wind the Devil's hand directs our every move - / the things we loathed become the things we love Charles Baudelaire devil hands moving 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. Charles Baudelaire laughter hate heart Hashish will be, indeed, for the impressions and familiar thoughts of the man, a mirror which magnifies, yet no more than a mirror. Charles Baudelaire he-man mirrors men The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart). Charles Baudelaire paris cities heart But a dandy can never be a vulgar man Charles Baudelaire dandy vulgar men What I say is that the supreme and singular joy of making love resides in the certainty of doing evil. Charles Baudelaire evil joy love A precious liquid, a poison dearer than that of the Borgias - because it is made from our blood, our health, our sleep, and two-thirds of our love - we must be stingy with it. Charles Baudelaire hate sleep blood If photography is allowed to stand in for art in some of its functions it will soon supplant or corrupt it completely thanks to the natural support it will find in the stupidity of the multitude. It must return to its real task, which is to be the servant of the sciences and the arts, but the very humble servant, like printing and shorthand which have neither created nor supplanted literature. Charles Baudelaire photography real art La volupte unique et supre" me de l'amour g|"t dans la certitude de faire le mal. The unique, supreme pleasure of love consists in the certainty of doing evil. Charles Baudelaire pleasure unique evil Any healthy man can go without food for two days - but not without poetry. Charles Baudelaire Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate; good is always the product of an art. Charles Baudelaire For the perfect idler, for the passionate observer it becomes an immense source of enjoyment to establish his dwelling in the throng, in the ebb and flow, the bustle, the fleeting and the infinite. To be away from home and yet to feel at home anywhere; to see the world, to be at the very center of the world, and yet to be unseen of the world, such are some of the minor pleasures of those independent, intense and impartial spirits, who do not lend themselves easily to linguistic definitions. The observer is a prince enjoying his incognito wherever he goes. Charles Baudelaire This life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed with a desire to change his bed. Charles Baudelaire life-is-a hospital change life