More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud
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.
Je est un autre.
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am.
I is another.
Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
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.
