Morality is the weakness of the mind. Arthur Rimbaud More Quotes by Arthur Rimbaud More Quotes From Arthur Rimbaud Genius is the recovery of childhood at will. Arthur Rimbaud recoverychildhoodentrepreneur The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth. Arthur Rimbaud burningheartlove I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there. Arthur Rimbaud helli-believebelieve ...as for me, I am intact; and I don't care. Arthur Rimbaud dont-carei-dont-carecare I may die of earthly love, or of devotion. Arthur Rimbaud diesdevotionmay I dreamed of Crusades, voyages of discovery that nobody had heard of, republics without histories, religious wars stamped out, revolutions in morals, movements of races and continents; I used to believe in every kind of magic. I began it as an investigation. I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still. Arthur Rimbaud religiouswarbelieve Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don't know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse. Arthur Rimbaud where-you-areweaknessanswers Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ? Arthur Rimbaud heartlyingblood ...You have to pass an exam, and the jobs that you get are either to shine shoes, or to herd cows, or to tend pigs. Thank God, I don't want any of that! Damn it! And besides that they smack you for a reward; they call you an animal and it's not true, a little kid, etc.. Oh! Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn! Arthur Rimbaud animaljobskids Yet this is the watch by night. Arthur Rimbaud glowingrealnight The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses Arthur Rimbaud seerspoetlong Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity. Arthur Rimbaud sensescreativitymemories He would say, "How funny it will all seem, all you've gone through, when I'm not here anymore, when you no longer feel my arms around your shoulders, nor my heart beneath you, nor this mouth on your eyes, because I will have to go away some day, far away..." And in that instant I could feel myself with him gone, dizzy with fear, sinking down into the most horrible blackness: into death. Arthur Rimbaud eyedisappointmentheart Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sleep on the beach. Arthur Rimbaud sleepbeachcountry You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life. Arthur Rimbaud lipstinykissing The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself. Arthur Rimbaud spitfowlmeals Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile? Arthur Rimbaud exilesleepnight No one's serious at seventeen. Arthur Rimbaud seventeenserious But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter. Arthur Rimbaud heartbreakingsorrowmoon O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all. Arthur Rimbaud castlesflawssoul
