It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWhat an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
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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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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he tries to find himself, he exhausts in himself all the poisons, to keep only their quintessences.
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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
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But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach.
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Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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