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Arthur Rimbaud Quote - O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.

O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.

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I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
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God Myself Ocean Tears
I could never throw Love out of the window.
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Love Myself Window
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
Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
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Forever Yourself
And again: No more gods! no more gods! Man is King, Man is God! – But the great Faith is Love!
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Faith God Greatness Love Man Philosophy
And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down.
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Dreams Man Myself Poem Sea Time
Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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Mindset Moral Weakness
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
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Creativity Formula Impulse Memories Nourish True
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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Action Brain Fate Force Happiness Life Moral Waste Way Weakness
I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent.
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Expression Myself Silence Understand Voice
In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.
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Appearance Children Fashion Greatness
True life is elsewhere.
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Life One Liner True
Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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Night Sleep Yourself
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.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Body Death Existence Kill Strength Weakness Yourself
O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Enchantment Flaw Myself Season Soul
Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
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Divine Key Knowledge Love
It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
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Beginning Myself Night Research Silence
One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
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Beautiful Bitter Evening Myself Taste
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!
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Alcohol Bitter Love Poetry Strong
What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.
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Life True World
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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Admire Blood Evil Heart Image Monster Myself
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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Acceptance Glory Night Patience Reality Strength Tender
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.
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Burn Dreams Inspirational Myself One Liner Soft
What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?
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Unknown Wait Yourself
The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.
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Himself Pain Poet
Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
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Life One Liner Performance
You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.
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