Poetry and progress are like two ambitious men who hate one another with an instinctive hatred, and when they meet upon the same road, one of them has to give place.

Quote by Charles Baudelaire

Topics: Poetry Quotes, Progress Quotes

A sweetheart is a bottle of wine, a wife is a wine bottle.

A sweetheart is a bottle of wine, a wife is a wine bottle.

An artist is an artist only because of his exquisite sense of beauty, a sense...

An artist is an artist only because of his exquisite sense of beauty, a sense...

Sexuality is the lyricism of the masses.

Sexuality is the lyricism of the masses.

Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter, O Beauty!

Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter, O Beauty!

I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in...

I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in...

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.

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...

To be a great man and a saint for oneself, that is the only important...

To be a great man and a saint for oneself, that is the only important...

There is no such thing as a long piece of work, except one that you...

There is no such thing as a long piece of work, except one that you...

Two fundamental literary qualities: supernaturalism and irony.

Two fundamental literary qualities: supernaturalism and irony.

What is art? Prostitution.

What is art? Prostitution.

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...

The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries with terror before...

The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries with terror before...

Nature... is nothing but the inner voice of self-interest.

Nature... is nothing but the inner voice of self-interest.

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.

The unique and supreme voluptuousness of love lies in the certainty of committing evil. And...

The unique and supreme voluptuousness of love lies in the certainty of committing evil. And...

There is no more steely barb than that of the Infinite.

There is no more steely barb than that of the Infinite.

Hypocrite reader my fellow my brother!

Hypocrite reader my fellow my brother!

In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be...

In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be...

The insatiable thirst for everything which lies beyond, and which life reveals, is the most...

The insatiable thirst for everything which lies beyond, and which life reveals, is the most...