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More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud
À l'aurore, armés d'une ardente patience, nous entrerons aux splendides Villes. (In the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid Cities.)
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance.
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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.
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.