More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance.
I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent
I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
Je est un autre.
I is another.
By being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
