Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
ARTHUR RIMBAUDIt is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
More Arthur Rimbaud Quotes
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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.
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I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
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One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
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I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.
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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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It is wrong to say: I think. One ought to say: I am thought. I is someone else.
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A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?
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Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.
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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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But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
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Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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