As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDAs I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDThe Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWhat a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDA man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDYour memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWhat is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
ARTHUR RIMBAUDOnly divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWeakness 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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDEternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDThe only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIt is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDI may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDRomanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!
ARTHUR RIMBAUDThe northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDGenius is the recovery of childhood at will.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIn the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD