The poet is like the prince of clouds Who haunts the tempest and laughs at the archer; Exiled … - Charles Baudelaire

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It's pretty clear to me that working as a director for hire agrees with me. I like it. The films that have come out of that, I personally like better than the ones that didn't.

Charles Baudelaire

The poet is like the prince of clouds Who haunts the tempest and laughs at the archer; Exiled on the ground in the midst of jeers, His giant wings prevent him from walking.

Archer, Clouds, Midst, Poet, Tempest, Wings

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To dream magnificently is not a gift given to all men, and even for those who possess it, it runs a strong risk of being progressively diminished by the ever-growing dissipation of modern life and by the restlessness engendered by material progress. The ability to dream is a divine and mysterious ability; because it is through dreams that man communicates with the shadowy world which surrounds him. But this power needs solitude to develop freely; the more one concentrates, the more one is likely to dream fully, deeply.

Divine, Dream, Magnificently, Running, Runs, Strong

Strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.

Beauty, Ingredient, Ingredients, Necessary, Strangeness

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.

Drunk, Earth, Horrible, Wine, Wish

Nothing can be done except little by little.

Done, Except, Literature, Nothing, Perseverance

To say the word Romanticism is to say modern art - that is, intimacy, spirituality, color, aspiration towards the infinite, expressed by every means available to the arts.

Art, Color, Infinite, Mean, Towards, Word