Maxioms by Charles Baudelaire
Who among us has not, in moments of ambition, dreamt of the miracle of a form of poetic prose, musical read more
Who among us has not, in moments of ambition, dreamt of the miracle of a form of poetic prose, musical but without rhythm and rhyme, both supple and staccato enough to adapt itself to the lyrical movements of our souls, the undulating movements of ou
I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder read more
I am unable to understand how a man of honor could take a newspaper in his hands without a shudder of disgust.
It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never read more
It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree.
It is necessary to work, if not from inclination, at least from despair. Everything considered, work is less boring than read more
It is necessary to work, if not from inclination, at least from despair. Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself.
Nothing can be done except little by little.
Nothing can be done except little by little.
