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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We are all born marked for evil.

We are all born marked for evil.

Every idea is endowed of itself with immortal life, like a human being. All created...

Every idea is endowed of itself with immortal life, like a human being. All created...

There are in every man, at every hour, two simultaneous postulations, one towards God, the...

There are in every man, at every hour, two simultaneous postulations, one towards God, 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.

For the merchant, even honesty is a financial speculation.

For the merchant, even honesty is a financial speculation.

Genius is no more than childhood recaptured at will, childhood equipped now with man's physical...

Genius is no more than childhood recaptured at will, childhood equipped now with man's physical...

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

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

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...

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...

But a dandy can never be a vulgar man.

But a dandy can never be a vulgar man.

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...

To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is...

To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is...

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...

The lover of life makes the whole world into his family, just as the lover...

The lover of life makes the whole world into his family, just as the lover...

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...

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...

What is art? Prostitution.

What is art? Prostitution.

Genius is childhood recalled at will.

Genius is childhood recalled at will.

Music fathoms the sky.

Music fathoms the sky.