Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud

“On the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths,And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat:Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet.I will let the wind bathe my bare ...”

“Love...no such thing.Whatever it is that binds families and married couples together, that's not love. That's stupidity or selfishness or fear. Love doesn't exist. Self interest exists, attachment ...”

“O seasons, O castles,What soul is without flaws?All its lore is known to me,Felicity, it enchants us all.”

“Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.”

“ l'aurore, arms d'une ardente patience, nous entrerons aux splendides Villes. ”

“In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.”

“A thousand Dreams within me softly burn:From time to time my heart is like some oakWhose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.”

“Morality is the weakness of the mind.”

“I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.”

“The poet, therefore, is truly the thief of fire.He is responsible for humanity, for animals even; he will have to make sure his visions can be smelled, fondled, listened to; if what he brings back ...”

“L'aube exalte ainsi qu'un peuple de colombes, et j'ai vu quelquefois ce que l'homme a cru voir!(And dawn, exalted like a host of doves - and then I've seen what men believe they've seen!)”

“True alchemy lies in this formula: Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse.”

“Yes, my eyes are closed to your light. I am a beast, a nigger. But I can be saved. You are sham niggers, you, maniacs, fiends, misers. Merchant, you are a nigger; Judge, you are a nigger; General, ...”

“Weakness or strength: there you are, strength. You do not know where you are going, nor why you are going; enter anywhere, reply to anything. They will no more kill you than if you were a corpse. I...”

“In the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid cities.”

“I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am.”

“But the problem is to make the soul into a monster”

“Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed.”

“The same bourgeois magic everywhere the mail train sets you down.”

“They find me odd, and whisper behind handsAnd my brutal desires sink hooks into their lips”