The man who says his evening prayer is a captain posting his sentinels. He can sleep. – Charles Baudelaire
In literature as in ethics, there is danger, as well as glory, in being subtle. Aristocracy isolates us. – Charles Baudelaire
The poet is like the prince of clouds
Who haunts the tempest and laughs at the archer;
Exiled on the ground in the midst of jeers,
His giant wings prevent him from walking. – Charles Baudelaire
Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation. – Charles Baudelaire