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More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn
I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am.
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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.
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
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.)
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance.
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.