The life of our city is rich in poetic and marvelous subjects. We are enveloped and steeped as though in an atmosphere of the marvelous; but we do not notice it.

Quote by Charles Baudelaire

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Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it...

Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it...

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

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

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.

Death, old captain, it is time, let us raise anchor!

Death, old captain, it is time, let us raise anchor!

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!

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...

Always be a poet, even in prose.

Always be a poet, even in prose.

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.

Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate; good is always...

Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate; good is always...

Modernity signifies the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, the half of art of which the...

Modernity signifies the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, the half of art of which the...

I have more memories than if I were a thousand years old.

I have more memories than if I were a thousand years old.

I consider it useless and tedious to represent what exists, because nothing that exists satisfies...

I consider it useless and tedious to represent what exists, because nothing that exists satisfies...

Any newspaper, from the first line to the last, is nothing but a web of...

Any newspaper, from the first line to the last, is nothing but a web of...

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.

The being who, for most men, is the source of the most lively, and even,...

The being who, for most men, is the source of the most lively, and even,...

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...

It is the hour to be drunken! to escape being the martyred slaves of time,...

It is the hour to be drunken! to escape being the martyred slaves of time,...

We are all born marked for evil.

We are all born marked for evil.

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...

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.