Zitat des Tages von Charles Baudelaire:
There are as many kinds of beauty as there are habitual ways of seeking happiness.
Any healthy man can go without food for two days - but not without poetry.
I have more memories than if I were a thousand years old.
Poetry and progress are like two ambitious men who hate one another with an instinctive hatred, and when they meet upon the same road, one of them has to give place.
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.
For each letter received from a creditor, write fifty lines on an extraterrestrial subject and you will be saved.
This life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed with a desire to change his bed.
I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust.
Two fundamental literary qualities: supernaturalism and irony.
There is no dream of love, however ideal it may be, which does not end up with a fat, greedy baby hanging from the breast.
Always be a poet, even in prose.
What is exhilarating in bad taste is the aristocratic pleasure of giving offense.
To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.
Inspiration comes of working every day.
Those men get along best with women who can get along best without them.
But a dandy can never be a vulgar man.
Our religion is itself profoundly sad - a religion of universal anguish, and one which, because of its very catholicity, grants full liberty to the individual and asks no better than to be celebrated in each man's own language - so long as he knows anguish and is a painter.
In literature as in ethics, there is danger, as well as glory, in being subtle. Aristocracy isolates us.
God is the only being who, in order to reign, doesn't even need to exist.
A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.
An artist is an artist only because of his exquisite sense of beauty, a sense which shows him intoxicating pleasures, but which at the same time implies and contains an equally exquisite sense of all deformities and all disproportion.
Nature is a temple in which living columns sometimes emit confused words. Man approaches it through forests of symbols, which observe him with familiar glances.
Progress, this great heresy of decay.
It is time to get drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk; get drunk without stopping! On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.
To handle a language skillfully is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.
Nearly all our originality comes from the stamp that time impresses upon our sensibility.
There are moments of existence when time and space are more profound, and the awareness of existence is immensely heightened.
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.
The lover of life makes the whole world into his family, just as the lover of the fair sex creates his from all the lovely women he has found, from those that could be found, and those who are impossible to find.
There is no such thing as a long piece of work, except one that you dare not start.
The priest is an immense being because he makes the crowd believe astonishing things.
All which is beautiful and noble is the result of reason and calculation.
It would be difficult for me not to conclude that the most perfect type of masculine beauty is Satan, as portrayed by Milton.
A sweetheart is a bottle of wine, a wife is a wine bottle.
Hypocrite reader my fellow my brother!
The world only goes round by misunderstanding.