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Arthur Rimbaud Quote - I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.

I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.

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The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
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Affection Burn Delight Earth Heart Life Love Sun
Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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Criticism Judgement Proper
It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
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Body Break Human Mad Soft Voice
True life is elsewhere.
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Life One Liner True
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
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Bitter Cry Heart Broken Moon Myself Sun True
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
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Creativity Formula Impulse Memories Nourish True
The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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Himself Pain Poet
Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
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Celebration Heart Life Myself Open Remember Wine
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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Life Myself Sensitive Wasted Time Youth
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
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Dance Gold Myself Rope Star Window
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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Monster Problem Soul Transformation
It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
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Beginning Myself Night Research Silence
It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
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Myself Thinking Wrong
Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
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Creativity Memories Nourish Yourself
I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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Myself Sky Under
O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.
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Enchantment Flaw Myself Season Soul

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