Charles Baudelaire Quotes

The Poet is a kinsman in the clouds Who scoffs at archers, loves a stormy day; But on the ground, among the hooting crowds, He cannot walk, his wings are in the way.

Charles Baudelaire

Hypocrite reader my likeness my brother!

Charles Baudelaire

Everything, alas, is an abyss, actions, desires, dreams,

Charles Baudelaire

You gave me your mud and I have turned it to gold.

Charles Baudelaire

We have psychologized like the insane, who aggravate their madness in struggling to understand it.

Charles Baudelaire

All beauties, like all possible phenomena, have something of the eternal and something of the ephemeral of the absolute and the particular.

Charles Baudelaire

Everything that gives pleasure has its reason. To scorn the mobs of those who go astray is not the means to bring them around.

Charles Baudelaire
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