Charles Baudelaire Quotes

Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate; good is always the product of an art.
Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet. repr. In Selected Writings on Art and Artists, ed. P.E. Charvet (1972). "The Painter of Modern Life," sect. 11, published in L'Art Romantique (1869).
I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.
Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet. "My Heart Laid Bare," (written c. 1865), published in Intimate Journals, sct. 109 (1887), trans. by Christopher Isherwood (1930), rev. by Don Bachardy (1989).
Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.
Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet, critic. The Painter of Modern Life, XI "In Praise of Cosmetics," (1863).
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.
Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet. My Heart Laid Bare (written c. 1865), published in Intimate Journals, sct. 111 (1887), trans. by Christopher Isherwood (1930), rev. by Don Bachardy (1989).
But a dandy can never be a vulgar man.
Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet, critic. The Painter of Modern Life, IX "The Dandy," (1863).
As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.
Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet, critic. My Heart Laid Bare, LV (1887).
Nearly all our originality comes from the stamp that time impresses upon our sensibility.
Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet. repr. In Selected Writings on Art and Artists, ed. P.E. Charvet (1972). "The Painter of Modern Life," sct. 4, L'Art Romantique (1869).
On the day when a young writer corrects his first proof-sheet he is as proud as a schoolboy who has just got his first dose of pox.
Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet. My Heart Laid Bare (written c. 1865), publ. in Intimate Journals, sct. 71 (1887), trans. by Christopher Isherwood (1930), rev. by Don Bachardy (1989).
For the merchant, even honesty is a financial speculation.
Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet. "My Heart Laid Bare," sct. 97, Intimate Journals (1887), trans. by Christopher Isherwood (1930), rev. by Don Bachardy (1989).
The dandy should aspire to be uninterruptedly sublime. He should live and sleep in front of a mirror.
Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867), French poet. My Heart Laid Bare, Intimate Journals, sct. 27 (1887), trans. by Christopher Isherwood (1930), rev. Don Bachardy (1989).