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.
Category Archive: Charles Baudelaire
The world only goes round by misunderstanding.
It is necessary to work, if not from inclination, at least from despair. Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself.
The man who says his evening prayer is a captain posting his sentinels. He can sleep.
There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create.
For each letter received from a creditor, write fifty lines on an extraterrestrial subject and you will be saved.
A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.
The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries with terror before being defeated.
Sexuality is the lyricism of the masses.
Always be a poet, even in prose.