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My love, do you recall the object which we saw,
That fair, sweet, summer morn!
At a turn in the path a foul carcass
On a gravel strewn bed,

Its legs raised in the air, like a lustful woman,
Burning and dripping with poisons,
Displayed in a shameless, nonchalant way
Its belly, swollen with gases.


Charles Baudelaire

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It is the hour to be drunken! to escape being the martyred slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On ...
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
He who looks through an open window sees fewer things than he who looks through a closed window.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
On the day when a young writer corrects his first proof-sheet he is as proud as a schoolboy who has ...
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
The lover of life makes the whole world into his family, just as the lover of the fair sex creates h...
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
Alas, human vices, however horrible one might imagine them to be, contain the proof (were it only in...
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
The whole visible universe is but a storehouse of images and signs to which the imagination will giv...
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
There exist certain individuals who are, by nature, given purely to contemplation and are utterly un...
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
I have to confess that I had gambled on my soul and lost it with heroic insouciance and lightness of...
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
Every idea is endowed of itself with immortal life, like a human being. All created form, even that ...
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
There is no more steely barb than that of the Infinite.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
We all have the republican spirit in our veins, like syphilis in our bones. We are democratized and ...
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
...He made no complaint whatsoever about the bad reputation he had attracted throughout the world, a...
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
I consider it useless and tedious to represent what exists, because nothing that exists satisfies me...
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
As the end of the century approaches, all our culture is like flies at the beginning of winter. Havi...
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
Any healthy man can go without food for two days -- but not without poetry.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
Every man who refuses to accept the conditions of life sells his soul.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries with terror before being defeated.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
Modernity is the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, which make up one half of art, the other ...
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;
We find delight in the most loathsome things;<...
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
La plus belle des ruses du diable est de vous persuader qu'il n'existe pas."

("The dev...
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
All which is beautiful and noble is the result of reason and calculation.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
Anybody, providing he knows how to be amusing, has the right to talk about himself
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
I love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and tryi...
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
Abolishers of the soul (materialists) are necessarily abolishers of hell, they, certainly, are inter...
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
For each letter received from a creditor, write fifty lines on an extraterrestrial subject and you w...
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
Sexuality is the lyricism of the masses
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
Always be a poet, even in prose.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
I have more memories than if I were a thousand years old.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
Two fundamental literary qualities: supernaturalism and irony.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
What can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt, if only for a second, the infinity...
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
The pleasure of being in crowds is a mysterious expression of sensual joy in the multiplication of N...
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
It is at despair at not being able to be noble and beautiful by natural means that we have made up o...
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
If the word doesn't exist, invent it; but first be sure it doesn't exist.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
It is this admirable, this immortal, instinctive sense of beauty that leads us to look upon the spec...
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
The beautiful is always bizarre.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
One must astonish the bourgeois.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
We are all born marked for evil.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
Genius is childhood recalled at will.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
To handle a language skillfully is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
I set out to discover the why of it, and to transform my pleasure into knowledge.
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
If rape or arson, poison or the knife
Has wove no pleasing patterns in the stuff
Of this d...
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
That which is not slightly distorted lacks sensible appeal; from which it follows that irregularity...
CHARLES BAUDELAIRE
Most married couples, even though they love each other very much in theory, tend to view each other ...
BAUDELAIRE
Friendship is an arrangement by which we undertake to exchange small favors for big ones.
CHARLES
I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each d...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart...
CHARLES DICKENS
No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another.
CHARLES DICKENS
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of eart...
CHARLES DICKENS
Find what you love and let it kill you.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
I wish to weep
but sorrow is
stupid.
I wish to believe
but belief is a
grav...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some...
CHARLES DARWIN
To conceal anything from those to whom I am attached, is not in my nature. I can never close my lips...
CHARLES DICKENS
It is a sin to be poor.
CHARLES FILLMORE
Pain is life -- the sharper, the more evidence of life.
CHARLES LAMB
It's my old girl that advises. She has the head. But I never own to it before her. Discipline must b...
CHARLES DICKENS
After musing for some minutes, the old gentleman walked, with the same meditative face, into a back ...
CHARLES DICKENS
Liberty is the right to do what the law permits.
CHARLES MONTESQUIEU
He is no lawyer who cannot take two sides.
CHARLES LAMB
There's nothing written in the Bible, Old or New testament, that says, If you believe in Me, you ain...
RAY CHARLES
You know, a long time ago being crazy meant something. Nowadays everybody's crazy.
CHARLES MANSON