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Love is a taste for prostitution. In fact, there is no noble pleasure that cannot be reduced to Prostitution.

Love is a taste for prostitution. In fact, there is no noble pleasure that cannot be reduced to Prostitution.

Charles Baudelaire
Love, Noble, Taste

Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows, and all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone. I already hear the dead thuds of logs below falling on the cobblestones and the lawn.

Charles Baudelaire
Summer, Fall, Autumn
Charles Baudelaire, “Chant D'Automne (Song Of Autumn)”

The unique and supreme voluptuousness of love lies in the certainty of committing evil. And men and women know from birth that in evil is found all sensual delight.

Charles Baudelaire
Lying, Unique, Men

All good and genuine draftsmen draw according to the picture inscribed in their minds, and not according to nature.

Charles Baudelaire
Drawing, Mind, Genuine

I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on, The windows and the stars illumined, one by one, The rivers of dark smoke pour upward lazily, And the moon rise and turn them silver. I shall see The springs, the summers, and the autumns slowly pass; And when old Winter puts his blank face to the glass, I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight, And build me stately palaces by candlelight.

Charles Baudelaire
Summer, Stars, Spring

Man loves man so much that when he flees the city, it is still to seek the crowd, that is, to rebuild the city in the country.

Charles Baudelaire
Country, Men, Cities
Charles Baudelaire (1919). “Baudelaire, His Prose and Poetry”

Even if it were proven that God didn't exist, Religion would still be Saintly and Divine.

Charles Baudelaire
Divine, Stills, Ifs

When it meows, one scarcely hears it... It has not the need of words to speak the lengthiest phraseologies.

Charles Baudelaire
Cat, Needs, Speak

Within the bottle's depths, the wine's soul sang one night. Drink wine, drink poetry, drink virtue.

Charles Baudelaire
Wine, Night, Soul

I watch the springs, the summers, the autumns; And when comes the winter snow monotonous, I shut all the doors and shutters To build in the night my fairy palace.

Charles Baudelaire
Summer, Spring, Autumn

Ne cherchez plus mon coeur; les be" tes l'ont mange . Don't search any further for my heart; wild beasts ate it.

Charles Baudelaire
Heart, Beast, Plus

Nations, like families, have great men only in spite of themselves.

Charles Baudelaire
Men, Like Family, Baudelaire
David Paul, Charles Baudelaire (1996). “Poison and vision: poems and prose of Baudelaire, Mallarmé and Rimbaud”, Univ of Salzberg Pr

A book is a garden, a party, a company by the way.

Charles Baudelaire
Party, Book, Garden

Drowsing, they take the noble attitude of a great sphinx, who, in a desert land, sleeps always, dreaming dreams that have no end.

Charles Baudelaire
Dream, Attitude, Sleep

Pure draughtsmen are philosophers and dialecticians. Colourists are epic poets.

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

I think I would be happy in that place I happen not to be, and this question of moving house is the subject of a perpetual dialogue I have with my soul.

Charles Baudelaire
Moving, Thinking, House

Happy is the man who can with vigorous wing Mount to those luminous serene fields! The man whose thoughts, like larks, Take liberated flight toward the morning skies --Who hovers over life and understands without effort The language of flowers and voiceless things!

Charles Baudelaire
Morning, Flower, Men
Charles Baudelaire (2013). “Flowers of Evil and Other Works: A Dual-Language Book”, p.27, Courier Corporation

You are sitting and smoking; you believe that you are sitting in your pipe, and that your pipe is smoking you; you are exhaling yourself in bluish clouds. You feel just fine in this position, and only one thing gives you worry or concern: how will you ever be able to get out of your pipe?

Charles Baudelaire
Believe, Clouds, Feels Just
Charles Baudelaire (1971). “Artificial Paradise: On Hashish and Wine as Means of Expanding Individuality”

The solitary and thoughtful stroller finds a singular intoxication in this universal communion. The man who loves to lose himself in a crowd enjoys feverish delights that the egoist locked up in himself as in a box, and the slothful man like a mollusk in his shell, will be eternally deprived of. He adopts as his own all the occupations, all the joys and all the sorrows that chance offers.

Charles Baudelaire
Men, Thoughtful, Joy
Charles Baudelaire, “Crowds”

If wine were to disappear from human production, I believe it would cause an absence, a failure in health and intellect, a void much more terrifying than all the recesses and the deviations for which wine is regarded as responsible.

Charles Baudelaire
Believe, Wine, Void

Ah! Seigneur! donnez-moi la force et le courage De contempler mon coeur et mon corps sans de go u" t. Lord! give me the strength and the courage To see my heart and my body without disgust.

Charles Baudelaire
Heart, Giving, Body
1857 Les Fleurs du mal,'Un Voyage a' Cythe' re'.

My dear brothers, never forget, when you hear the progress of enlightenment vaunted, that the devil's best trick is to persuade you that he doesn't exist!

Charles Baudelaire
Brother, Progress, Enlightenment

I have always been astonished that women were allowed to enter churches. What conversation can they possibly have with God? The eternal Venus (caprice, hysteria, fantasy) is one of the seductive forms of the Devil.

Charles Baudelaire
Hysteria, Seductive, Devil

Relate comic things in pompous fashion. Irregularity, in other words the unexpected, the surprising, the astonishing, are essential to and characteristic of beauty. Two fundamental literary qualities: supernaturalism and irony. The blend of the grotesque and the tragic are attractive to the mind, as is discord to blasé ears. Imagine a canvas for a lyrical, magical farce, for a pantomime, and translate it into a serious novel. Drown the whole thing in an abnormal, dreamy atmosphere, in the atmosphere of great days … the region of pure poetry.

Charles Baudelaire
Fashion, Two, Mind

La' , tout n'est qu'ordre et beaute , Luxe, calme et volupte . There where all is order and beauty. Lush, calm and voluptuous.

Charles Baudelaire
Order, Calm, Voluptuous

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