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The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance; We find delight in the most loathsome things; Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings, And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.

The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance; We find delight in the most loathsome things; Some furtherance of Hell each new day brings, And yet we feel no horror in that rank advance.

Charles Baudelaire
Horror Genre, New Day, Devil

Even in the centuries which appear to us to be the most monstrous and foolish, the immortal appetite for beauty has always found satisfaction.

Charles Baudelaire
Beauty, Apathy, Satisfaction

Go then, a starveling girl With no perfume or pearls, Only your nudity O my beauty!

Charles Baudelaire
Girl, Pearls, Nudity
Charles Baudelaire (2008). “The Flowers of Evil”, p.173, OUP Oxford

The more delicate and ambitious the soul, the further do dreams estrange it from possible things.

Charles Baudelaire
Dream, Soul, Ambitious
Charles Baudelaire (1925). “Les fleurs de mal: Petits poèmes en prose, Les paradis artificiels”

There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create.

Charles Baudelaire
Respect, Soldier, Three
"Intimate journals: Mon cœur mis à nu". Book by Charles Baudelaire, 1864.

But the true voyagers are only those who leave Just to be leaving; hearts light, like balloons, They never turn aside from their fatality And without knowing why they always say: "Let's go!

Charles Baudelaire
Heart, Light, Knowing

Dandyism is the last flicker of heroism in decadent ages.... Dandyism is a setting sun; like the declining star, it is magnificent, without heat and full of melancholy. But alas! the rising tide of democracy, which spreads everywhere and reduces everything to the same level, is daily carrying away these last champions of human pride, and submerging, in the waters of oblivion, the last traces of these remarkable myrmidons.

Charles Baudelaire
Stars, Pride, Water

Passion I hate, and spirit does me wrong. Let us love gently.

Charles Baudelaire
Hate, Passion, Doe
Charles Baudelaire (1955). “The Flowers of Evil”, New Directions Publishing Corporation

The artist is today and has been for many years, despite his absence of merit, simply a spoiled child. So many honors, so much money bestowed on men without souls and without education.

Charles Baudelaire
Education, Art, Children

As a remedy against all ills - poverty, sickness, and melancholy - only one thing is absolutely necessary: a liking for work

Charles Baudelaire
Poverty, Sickness, Melancholy
Charles Baudelaire (1956). “The Essence of Laughter: And Other Essays, Journals, and Letters”

There can be no progress-real, moral prgress-except in the individual and by the individual himself.

Charles Baudelaire
Art, Philosophy, Real

Blessed art Thou, Lord, who giveth suffering As a divine remedy for our impurities.

Charles Baudelaire
Art, Blessed, Suffering

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

Charles Baudelaire
Giving, Literature, Taste
Charles Baudelaire, Christopher Isherwood, W. H. Auden (2006). “Intimate Journals”, p.49, Courier Corporation

Everything that gives pleasure has its reason. To scorn the mobs of those who go astray is not the means to bring them around.

Charles Baudelaire
Mean, Giving, Reason
"Salon de 1845". Book by Charles Baudelaire, May 1845.

There is a word, in a verb, something sacred which forbids us from using it recklessly. To handle a language cunningly is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.

Charles Baudelaire
Practice, Sorcery, Verbs
"L'art romantique". Book by Charles Baudelaire, 1869.

Theory of the true civilization. It is not to be found in gas or steam or table turning. It consists in the diminution of the traces of original sin.

Charles Baudelaire
Civilization, Tables, Sin
Journaux Intimes "Mon CoeurMis a Nu" no. 59 (1887)

How little remains of the man I once was, save the memory of him! But remembering is only a new form of suffering.

Charles Baudelaire
Memories, Men, Suffering
Charles Baudelaire (1986). “La Fanfarlo”

The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart).

Charles Baudelaire
Heart, Cities, Paris

Delacroix, Wagner, Baudelaire - all great theorists, bent on dominating other minds by sensuous means. Their one dream was to create the irresistible effect - to intoxicate, or overwhelm. They looked to analysis to provide them with the keyboard on which to play, with certainty, on man's emotions, and they sought in abstract meditation they key to sure and certain action upon their subject - man's nervous and psychic being.

Charles Baudelaire
Dream, Mean, Men
"Degas, Manet, Morisot". Book by Paul Valéry, 1989.

The insatiable thirst for everything that lies beyond, and that life reveals, is the most living proof of our immortality.

Charles Baudelaire
Lying, Immortality, Proof
"Baudelaire on Poe: Critical Papers".

The idea which man forms of beauty imprints itself throughout his attire, rumples or stiffens his garments, rounds off or aligns his gestures, and, finally, even subtly penetrates the features of his face.

Charles Baudelaire
Beauty, Fashion, Men

Every healthy man can do without food for two days — but without poetry, never!

Charles Baudelaire
Food, Men, Two
"Baudelaire as a literary critic".

Since photography gives us every guarantee of exactitude that we could desire (they really believe that, the mad fools !), then photography and art are the same thing.

Charles Baudelaire
Photography, Art, Believe
Charles Baudelaire, Jonathan Mayne (1981). “Art in Paris 1845-1862: salons and other exhibitions”

My soul travels on the smell of perfume like the souls of other men on music.

Charles Baudelaire
Music, Travel, Men

Oh, Creator! Can monsters exist in the sight of him who alone knows how they were invented, how they invented themselves, and how they might not have invented themselves?

Charles Baudelaire
Sight, Monsters, Might

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