We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of time. And there are but two means of escaping and forgetting this nightmare: pleasure and work. Pleasure consumes us. Work strengthens us. Let us choose.

Quote by Charles Baudelaire

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France is not poetic; she even feels, in fact, a congenital horror of poetry. Among...

France is not poetic; she even feels, in fact, a congenital horror of poetry. Among...

Two fundamental literary qualities: supernaturalism and irony.

Two fundamental literary qualities: supernaturalism and irony.

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...

Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself.

Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself.

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,...

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...

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...

Inspiration comes of working every day.

Inspiration comes of working every day.

Progress, this great heresy of decay.

Progress, this great heresy of decay.

Always be a poet, even in prose.

Always be a poet, even in prose.

Poetry and progress are like two ambitious men who hate one another with an instinctive...

Poetry and progress are like two ambitious men who hate one another with an instinctive...

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...

In literature as in ethics, there is danger, as well as glory, in being subtle....

In literature as in ethics, there is danger, as well as glory, in being subtle....

For the merchant, even honesty is a financial speculation.

For the merchant, even honesty is a financial speculation.

We are all born marked for evil.

We are all born marked for evil.

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

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

Everything for me becomes allegory.

Everything for me becomes allegory.

What is exhilarating in bad taste is the aristocratic pleasure of giving offense.

What is exhilarating in bad taste is the aristocratic pleasure of giving offense.

The pleasure we derive from the representation of the present is due, not only to...

The pleasure we derive from the representation of the present is due, not only to...