Charles Baudelaire Quotes

It is the hour to be drunken! to escape being the martyred slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.

With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.

One should always be drunk. That's all that matters...But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.

The drinker is a Dionysiac, a dancer who sits still, a mocker. He doesn't need your seriousness or your regard. He just needs a little quiet music and a gentle freedom from priests.

In order not to feel time's horrid fardel bruise your shoulders, grinding you into the earth, get drunk and stay that way. On what? On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever. But get drunk!

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.

The important thing is to be drunk.

Let us have wine and woman, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda water the day after. Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication: Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk The hopes of all men, and of every nation; Without their sap, how branchless were the trunk Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion: But to return--Get very drunk; and when You wake with head-ache, you shall see what then.

You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it-it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.

Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will. But be drunken.

With wine and being lost, with less and less of both: I rode through the snow, do you read me I rode God far--I rode God near, he sang, it was our last ride over the hurdled humans. They cowered when they heard us overhead, they wrote, they lied our neighing into one of their image-ridden languages.

Truth comes out in wine.

Beer makes you feel the way you ought to feel without beer.

Hide our ignorance as we will, an evening of wine soon reveals it.

I like my wine like my women - ready to pass out.

Come, for my part I will have only those glorious, manly pleasures of being very drunk, and very slovenly.

No brothers shall make, buy, sell, or use, as a beverage, any spirituous or Malt Liquors, Wine, or Cider.

Wine is wont to show the mind of man.

Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire with the light of wine!

If drunk were cookies, I'd be Famous Amos

It would be pleasant to be drunk.

Here's how you know that you're really drunk: when you get into a taxi cab and you think the fare is the time.

The wine urges me on, the bewitching wine, which sets even a wise man to singing and to laughing gently and rouses him up to dance and brings forth words which were better unspoken.

A man will part with anything so long as he's drunk, and you're drunk with him.