More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance.
Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
Je est un autre.
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
I is another.
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn
