More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud
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.
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn
But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance.
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.
I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
À l'aurore, armés d'une ardente patience, nous entrerons aux splendides Villes. (In the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid Cities.)
I is another.
Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.
