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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.

Arthur Rimbaud

Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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Divine Key Knowledge Love
Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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Forever Nature Sea Sun
Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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Night Sleep Yourself
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
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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Childhood Discover Genius
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
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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Life Myself Sensitive Wasted Time Youth
As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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Guide Leadership Myself Ocean River
A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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Himself Imitation Mad Man Weird
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
Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
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Criticism Judgement Proper
What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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Unknown Wait Yourself
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
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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Himself Journey Poet Poison Travel
And I am still alive-what though, my damnation is eternal. A man who deliberately mutilates himself is truly damned, is he not? I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am.
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Alive Believe Forever Hell Man Myself True
I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
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Death Devotion Earth Love Myself

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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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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