Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature? – Charles Baudelaire
There is no more steely barb than that of the Infinite. – Charles Baudelaire
Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature? – Charles Baudelaire
There is no more steely barb than that of the Infinite. – Charles Baudelaire
Whether you come from heaven or hell, what does it matter, O Beauty! – Charles Baudelaire
Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally goodness is always the product of some art. – Charles Baudelaire