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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 am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.
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Misfortune Parents Religion Slave Yourself
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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Childhood Discover Genius
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
Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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Forever Nature Sea Sun
Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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Faith Guide One Liner Restore
Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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Night Sleep Yourself
I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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Alone Himself Key Possession
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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Endurance Force Life
Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
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Blood Break Heart Lying Myself
The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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Hard Time Philosophy Suffering Wisdom
The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.
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Animal Consumption Himself Leaves Myself Wolf
You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
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Feeling Life Lips Small Yourself
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
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
Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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Life One Liner Performance
Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don’t know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse.
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Body Death Existence Kill Strength Weakness Yourself
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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Alcohol Bitter Love Poetry Strong
And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down.
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Dreams Man Myself Poem Sea Time
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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Life Myself Sensitive Wasted Time Youth
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
What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
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Courage Death Love Myself Old
Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper – both of us – in ecstasy!
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Freedom Happiness Naked See Sex
Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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Divine Key Knowledge Love
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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Action Brain Fate Force Happiness Life Moral Waste Way Weakness
The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
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Kiss Light Rise Sea
Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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Criticism Judgement Proper
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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Best Country Drink Hate Myself Sleep

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