More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
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.)
Je est un autre.
I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am.
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.
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
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
In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.
