More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud
Je est un autre.
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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’.
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance.
I is another.
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent