Arthur Rimbaud
Charleville, Ardennes

Quotes

11 November 2014
The poet makes himself a seer by a long, prodigious, and rational disordering of all the senses. Every form of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he consumes all the poisons in him, and keeps only their quintessences.
11 November 2014
I is another.
11 November 2014
I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an ennervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.
11 November 2014
But, truly, I have wept too much! The dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
11 November 2014
Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.
11 November 2014
Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
11 November 2014
The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.
11 November 2014
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
11 November 2014
One evening I sat Beauty on my knees—And I found her bitter—And I reviled her.
11 November 2014
What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.

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