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Ah! miserable dog, if I had offered you a package of excrement, you would have smelled it with delight and perhaps devoured it. In this, poor companion of my sad life, you are like the public, to whom one must never present delicate perfumes, which exasperate them, but only carefully chosen filth.

— Charles Baudelaire Les paradis artificiels (1860)

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I think there can be few examples of a life as dilapidated as mine.

Les fleurs du mal (Flowers of Evil) (1857)

There is in the word, in the logos, something sacred which forbids us to gamble with it. To handle a language skilfuly is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.

L'art romantique (1869)

This life is a hospital where each patient is possessed by the desire to change his bed.

Le Spleen de Paris (1862)

Romanticism is precisely situated neither in choice of subject nor exact truth, but in the way of feeling.

We have psychologized like the insane, who aggravate their madness in struggling to understand it.

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