More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud
I is another.
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent
I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am.
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
Je est un autre.
In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.
