The insatiable thirst for everything that lies beyond, and that life reveals, is the most living proof of our immortality. Charles Baudelaire More Quotes by Charles Baudelaire More Quotes From Charles Baudelaire I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy. Charles Baudelaire melancholytypeliterature The Poet is like the prince of the clouds, who haunts the tempest and laughs at the archer. Exiled on the ground in the midst of the jeering crowd, his giant's wings keep him from walking. Charles Baudelaire archercloudswings What is art? Prostitution. Charles Baudelaire prostitutionsarcasticart My dear brothers, never forget, when you hear the progress of enlightenment vaunted, that the devil's best trick is to persuade you that he doesn't exist! Charles Baudelaire enlightenmentprogressbrother Perfumes, colours and sounds echo one another. Charles Baudelaire perfumeechoessound In philosophical inquiry, the human spirit, imitating the movement of the stars, must follow a curve which brings it back to its point of departure. To conclude is to close a circle. Charles Baudelaire philosophicalstarsthinking Delacroix, Wagner, Baudelaire - all great theorists, bent on dominating other minds by sensuous means. Their one dream was to create the irresistible effect - to intoxicate, or overwhelm. They looked to analysis to provide them with the keyboard on which to play, with certainty, on man's emotions, and they sought in abstract meditation they key to sure and certain action upon their subject - man's nervous and psychic being. Charles Baudelaire dreammenmean You are sitting and smoking; you believe that you are sitting in your pipe, and that your pipe is smoking you; you are exhaling yourself in bluish clouds. You feel just fine in this position, and only one thing gives you worry or concern: how will you ever be able to get out of your pipe? Charles Baudelaire feels-justcloudsbelieve There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create. Charles Baudelaire respectthreesoldier How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering. Charles Baudelaire sufferingmenmemories What could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait. Charles Baudelaire portraitssimpleprofound Drink wine, drink poetry, drink virtue. Charles Baudelaire drinkvirtuewine I set out to discover the why of it, and to transform my pleasure into knowledge. Charles Baudelaire pleasure I love the clouds... the clouds that pass by... over there... over there... those lovely clouds! Charles Baudelaire lovelycloudslove Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows, and all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone. I already hear the dead thuds of logs below falling on the cobblestones and the lawn. Charles Baudelaire autumnsummerfall Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams. Charles Baudelaire common-sensedreamreality A man who drinks only water has a secret to hide from his fellow men. Charles Baudelaire secretwatermen Since photography gives us every guarantee of exactitude that we could desire (they really believe that, the mad fools !), then photography and art are the same thing. Charles Baudelaire photographybelieveart Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation. Charles Baudelaire noblemathbeautiful Where ever I am not is the place where I am myself. Charles Baudelaire
