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More Quotes by Charles Baudelaire
Life has but one true charm: the charm of the game. But what if we’re indifferent to whether we win or lose?
I can barely conceive a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy.
A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.
Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.
Passion I hate, and spirit does me wrong. Let us love gently.
I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.
All which is beautiful and noble is the result of reason and calculation.
Let us beware of common folk, common sense, sentiment, inspiration, and the obvious.
Unable to suppress love, the Church wanted at least to disinfect it, and it created marriage.
The immense appetite we have for biography comes from a deep-seated sense of equality.