It is time to get drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk; get drunk without stopping! On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.

Quote by Charles Baudelaire

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There are moments of existence when time and space are more profound, and the awareness...

There are moments of existence when time and space are more profound, and the awareness...

What is art? Prostitution.

What is art? Prostitution.

The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as...

The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself and others, as...

Music fathoms the sky.

Music fathoms the sky.

For each letter received from a creditor, write fifty lines on an extraterrestrial subject and...

For each letter received from a creditor, write fifty lines on an extraterrestrial subject and...

Any man who does not accept the conditions of life sells his soul.

Any man who does not accept the conditions of life sells his soul.

How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But...

How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But...

France is not poetic; she even feels, in fact, a congenital horror of poetry. Among...

France is not poetic; she even feels, in fact, a congenital horror of poetry. Among...

Any healthy man can go without food for two days - but not without poetry.

Any healthy man can go without food for two days - but not without poetry.

I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.

I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.

There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.

There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.

Everything for me becomes allegory.

Everything for me becomes allegory.

Who among us has not, in moments of ambition, dreamt of the miracle of a...

Who among us has not, in moments of ambition, dreamt of the miracle of a...

Progress, this great heresy of decay.

Progress, this great heresy of decay.

It would perhaps be nice to be alternately the victim and the executioner.

It would perhaps be nice to be alternately the victim and the executioner.

Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature?

Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature?

It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood...

It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood...

There is no dream of love, however ideal it may be, which does not end...

There is no dream of love, however ideal it may be, which does not end...

Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation.

Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation.

The priest is an immense being because he makes the crowd believe astonishing things.

The priest is an immense being because he makes the crowd believe astonishing things.