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Arthur Rimbaud Quote - To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?

To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?

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I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
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Myself Night Silence Stand Word World Writing
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Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
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In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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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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True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
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I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
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Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
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Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.
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What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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