Author of quotes: Charles Baudelaire

For most of us, especially for business people, in whose eyes nature does not exist at all, except that it contributes to their advantage, the sense of the fantasy of real life is extremely dulled. And Mr. G. tirelessly and incessantly absorbs it, and his memory and eyes are full of it.

almost all of our originality is determined by the seal that time imposes on our sensations.

Novelty constitutes the transitional, fluid, accidental side of art; the eternal and unchanging defines the other side of it.

But then the evening comes. A strange and unfaithful hour is approaching when the curtain of heaven falls and the city bursts into flames. Gas jets are blotched on the purple of the sunset. Honest and dishonest, prudent and dissolute people breathe a sigh of relief: At last

His soul merges with the soul of these soldiers, walking like one being - a proud symbol of joy born of obedience!

If a person is not overwhelmed by a heavy grief that consumes all his spiritual strength, and at the same time is bored among a large crowd of people, he is simply a fool and a dullard, and I despise him!

The observer is a prince who remains incognito everywhere. The lover of life makes the whole world his family, just as the lover of the fair sex unites all the beauties into one family - both those whom he has already found, and those who he will meet, and those whom he is not destined to find, just as the lover of painting lives in the enchanted society of a dream imprinted on canvases. He who is moved by the love of the life of the world penetrates the crowd like a gigantic electric battery. He is like a mirror, as big as the crowd itself; it is like a kaleidoscope endowed with consciousness, each pattern of which reflects the diversity of life and the changing beauty of all its elements. This is the self that the not-self craves insatiably and embodies it every moment in images more alive than the fickle and fleeting life itself.

The demon puts stockings on a naked girl.

Talking to themselves about the days of love and glory...

It has always amazed me that women are allowed to enter church. What can they talk to God about?

There are, however, evil drunkards: these are people who are bad by nature. A bad person becomes disgusting from wine, while a good person becomes excellent.

The labor of making my hands, the love of my eyes?

Nature - a strict temple, where the structure of living columns
Sometimes a slightly intelligible sound sneaks away;
Forests of symbols wanders, drowns in their thickets
An embarrassed man, their gaze is amused.

Whose spirit rises high above the earth!