Arthur Rimbaud Quotes

The poet makes himself a seer by a long, prodigious, and rational disordering of all the senses. Every form of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he consumes all the poisons in him, and keeps only their quintessences.

I is another.

I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an ennervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.

But, truly, I have wept too much! The dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.

Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.

The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.

Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.

One evening I sat Beauty on my knees—And I found her bitter—And I reviled her.

What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.