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

Topics: Charles Baudelaire Quotes

Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.

Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.

Those men get along best with women who can get along best without them.

Those men get along best with women who can get along best without them.

We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of time. And...

We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of time. 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.

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...

Our religion is itself profoundly sad - a religion of universal anguish, and one which,...

Our religion is itself profoundly sad - a religion of universal anguish, and one which,...

Inspiration comes of working every day.

Inspiration comes of working every day.

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...

Nothing can be done except little by little.

Nothing can be done except little by little.

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...

A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.

A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.

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.

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!

Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent; it is one half of art, the...

Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent; it is one half of art, the...

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...

Music fathoms the sky.

Music fathoms the sky.

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,...

As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of...

As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of...

The world only goes round by misunderstanding.

The world only goes round by misunderstanding.

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...