Quote by Charles Baudelaire
It is from the womb of art that criticism was born. - Charles Baud

It is from the womb of art that criticism was born. – Charles Baudelaire

Other quotes by Charles Baudelaire

There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create. – Charles Baudelaire

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respect
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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. – Charles Baudelaire

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Beauty
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I have to confess that I had gambled on my soul and lost it with heroic insouciance and lightness of touch. The soul is so impalpable, so often useless, and sometimes such a nuisance, that I felt no more emotion on losing it than if, on a stroll, I had mislaid my visiting card. – Charles Baudelaire

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No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist. – Oscar Wilde

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Art

I think art education, especially in this country, which government pretty much ignores, is so important for young people. – Mikhail Baryshnikov

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Art

How can anybody learn anything from an artwork when the piece of art only reflects the vanity of the artist and not reality? – Lou Reed

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Art

Art is the triumph over chaos. – John Cheever

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Art

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I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise. – John Keats

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The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it. – Sylvia Plath

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To lovers, I devise their imaginary world, with whatever they may need, as the stars of the sky, the red, red roses by the wall, the snow of the hawthorn, the sweet strains of music, and aught else they may desire to figure to each other the lastingness and beauty of their love. – Williston Fish, "A Last Will," 1898

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