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
The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects. We are enveloped...
An artist is an artist only because of his exquisite sense of beauty, a sense...
What is exhilarating in bad taste is the aristocratic pleasure of giving offense.
The being who, for most men, is the source of the most lively, and even,...
Nature... is nothing but the inner voice of self-interest.
It would perhaps be nice to be alternately the victim and the executioner.
A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.
There are in every man, at every hour, two simultaneous postulations, one towards God, the...
There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.
It is time to get drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of...
There is no more steely barb than that of the Infinite.
Life has but one true charm: the charm of the game. But what if were...
For the merchant, even honesty is a financial speculation.
Everything for me becomes allegory.
I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.
Music fathoms the sky.
Genius is no more than childhood recaptured at will, childhood equipped now with man's physical...
The pleasure we derive from the representation of the present is due, not only to...
Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself.
I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.