Quotes by Charles Baudelaire

A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.
– Charles Baudelaire
A breath of wind from the wings of madness.
– Charles Baudelaire
A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.
– Charles Baudelaire
A sweetheart is a bottle of wine, a wife is a wine bottle.
– Charles Baudelaire
Always be a poet, even in prose.
– Charles Baudelaire
Any healthy man can go without food for two days - but not without poetry.
– Charles Baudelaire
Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation.
– Charles Baudelaire
Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate; good is always the product of an art.
– Charles Baudelaire
For the merchant, even honesty is a financial speculation.
– Charles Baudelaire
I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust.
– Charles Baudelaire
I have cultivated my hysteria with delight and terror. Now I suffer continually from vertigo, and today, 23rd of January, 1862, I have received a singular warning, I have felt the wind of the wing of madness pass over me.
– Charles Baudelaire
I love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and trying to stick to the panes of glass with its claws.
– Charles Baudelaire
In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be situated in this world, oppressed or oppressing, resigned or rebellious, a man among men.
– Charles Baudelaire
Inspiration comes of working every day.
– Charles Baudelaire
It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree.
– Charles Baudelaire
It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more than an orgy of the common man. Instead of being a sudden impulse full of ardor and reverie, it becomes a distastefully utilitarian affair.
– Charles Baudelaire
Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent; it is one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immovable.
– Charles Baudelaire
Nature... is nothing but the inner voice of self-interest.
– Charles Baudelaire
Nothing can be done except little by little.
– Charles Baudelaire
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.
– Charles Baudelaire