O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDWhose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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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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Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.
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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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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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I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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Eternity is the sun mixed with the sea.
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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 seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
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As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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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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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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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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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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I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
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