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 More Quotes by Charles Baudelaire More Quotes From Charles Baudelaire It is one of the prodigious privileges of art that the horrific, artistically expressed, becomes beauty, and that sorrow, given rhythm and cadence, fills the spirit with a calm joy. Charles Baudelaire joy beauty art But the true voyagers are only those who leave Just to be leaving; hearts light, like balloons, They never turn aside from their fatality And without knowing why they always say: "Let's go! Charles Baudelaire light knowing heart A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else. Charles Baudelaire art-is passion art There is no sweeter pleasure than to surprise a man by giving him more than he hopes for. Charles Baudelaire surprise giving men For each letter received from a creditor, write fifty lines on an extraterrestrial subject and you will be saved. Charles Baudelaire literature fifty writing There are moments of existence when time and space are more profound, and the awareness of existence is immensely heightened. Charles Baudelaire space moments profound The dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music, and it has the additional merit of being human and palpable. Dancing is poetry with arms and legs. Charles Baudelaire dancing dance inspirational Even if it were proven that God didn't exist, Religion would still be Saintly and Divine. Charles Baudelaire stills divine ifs Be always drunken. Nothing else matters: that is the only question. If you would not feel the horrible burden of time weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth, be drunken continually. Charles Baudelaire crush earth beer Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it through forests of symbols, which observe him with familiar glances. Charles Baudelaire temples confused men He who looks through an open window sees fewer things than he who looks through a closed window. Charles Baudelaire vision looks window It would perhaps be nice to be alternately the victim and the executioner. Charles Baudelaire being-nice nice victim Life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed by a desire to change his bed. Charles Baudelaire bed literature desire Drowsing, they take the noble attitude of a great sphinx, who, in a desert land, sleeps always, dreaming dreams that have no end. Charles Baudelaire dream sleep attitude Genius is simply childhood, rediscovered by an act of will. Charles Baudelaire childhood genius Nature... is nothing but the inner voice of self-interest. Charles Baudelaire voice nature self One must work, if not from inclination, at least out of despair — since it proves, on close examination, that work is less boring than amusing oneself. Charles Baudelaire amusing boredom boring If the word doesn't exist, invent it; but first be sure it doesn't exist. Charles Baudelaire ifs firsts From his soft fur, golden and brown, Goes out so sweet a scent, one night I might have been embalmed in it By giving him one little pet. He is my household's guardian soul; He judges, he presides, inspires All matters in his royal realm; Might he be fairy? or a god? When my eyes, to this cat I love Drawn as by a magnet's force, Turn tamely back upon that appeal, And when I look within myself, I notice with astonishment The fire of his opal eyes, Clear beacons glowing, living jewels, Taking my measure, steadily. Charles Baudelaire cat eye sweet Through the Unknown, we'll find the New Charles Baudelaire
