Arthur Rimbaud

Morality is the weakness of the mind.

— Arthur Rimbaud

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

— Arthur Rimbaud

I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.

— Arthur Rimbaud

Hay que ser absolutamente Moderno

— Arthur Rimbaud

No one's serious at seventeen.

— Arthur Rimbaud

. . . be absolute moderne.

— Arthur Rimbaud

True life is elsewhere

— Arthur Rimbaud

Misfortune was my god.

— Arthur Rimbaud

As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.

— Arthur Rimbaud

What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death!

— Arthur Rimbaud

“From castles of bone unknown music comes”

— Arthur Rimbaud

...as for me, I am intact; and I don't care.

— Arthur Rimbaud

You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.

— Arthur Rimbaud

-But I've just noticed that my mind is asleep.

— Arthur Rimbaud

Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.

— Arthur Rimbaud

“These verses believe; they love; they hope; that is all.”

— Arthur Rimbaud

“Il n'y a personne ici et il y a qeulqu'un: je ne voudrais pas répandre mon trésor.”

— Arthur Rimbaud

“Yes, my eyes are closed to your light. I am an animal, a nigger. But I can be saved. You are fake…

— Arthur Rimbaud

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

— Arthur Rimbaud

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

— Arthur Rimbaud

It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.

— Arthur Rimbaud

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

— Arthur Rimbaud

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

— Arthur Rimbaud

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

— Arthur Rimbaud

“Priests, professors, masters, you are wrong to turn me over to Justice. I have never belonged to this people. I have never…

— Arthur Rimbaud

“And the poet says that by starlight You come seeking, in the night, the flowers that you picked And that he has…

— Arthur Rimbaud

...You have to pass an exam, and the jobs that you get are either to shine shoes, or to herd cows, or…

— Arthur Rimbaud

“And this is what we call life! − If damnation truly is eternal! Isn’t the man who tries to mutilate himselfdamned then?…

— Arthur Rimbaud

“A storm came chasing the sky away. And virgin sands Drank all the water of the evening woods, God's wind blew icicles…

— Arthur Rimbaud

“I came a fabulous opera. I saw that all beings have a fatality for happiness: action is not life, but a way…

— Arthur Rimbaud

“The hallucinations are innumerable. That's what has always been the matter with me, in fact: no belief in history, obliviousness of principles.…

— Arthur Rimbaud

All day long he was docile, intelligent, good, Though sometimes changing to a darker mood. He seemed hypocritical, could tell better lies,…

— Arthur Rimbaud

There shall be poets! When woman's unmeasured bondage shall be broken, when she shall live for and through herself, man--hitherto detestable--having let…

— Arthur Rimbaud

“Evening prayer I spend my life sitting, like an angel in a barber's chair, Holding a beer mug with deep-cut designs, My…

— Arthur Rimbaud

“Along the open road on winter nights, homeless, cold, and hungry, one voice gripped my frozen heart: 'Weakness or strength: you exist,…

— Arthur Rimbaud

“From castles of bone unknown music comes But now, that toil rewarded; you, your calculations, ––you, your fits of impatience––are no more…

— Arthur Rimbaud

“A, Black, E, white, I red, U green, O blue: vowels, Someday I shall tell of your mysterious births: A, black velvety…

— Arthur Rimbaud

He would say, "How funny it will all seem, all you've gone through, when I'm not here anymore, when you no longer…

— Arthur Rimbaud

...these poets here, you see, they are not of this world:let them live their strange life; let them be cold and hungry,…

— Arthur Rimbaud

“I On the calm black water where the stars are sleeping White Ophelia floats like a great lily; Floats very slowly, lying…

— Arthur Rimbaud