More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud
By being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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.
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
Je est un autre.
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
But the problem is to make the soul into a monster
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
I is another.
