The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIn the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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True life is elsewhere.
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In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
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It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
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It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
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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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Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
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As for me, I am intact; and I don’t care.
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I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
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Yet this is the watch by night. Let us all accept new strength, and real tenderness. And at dawn, armed with glowing patience, we will enter the cities of glory.
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