The hallucinations are innumerable. That’s what has always been the matter with me, in fact: no belief in history, obliviousness of principles. I shall say no more about this: poets and visionaries would be jealous. I am a thousand times the richest, let’s be as miserly as the sea.

— Arthur Rimbaud

Arthur Rimbaud Quotes

I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.

— Arthur Rimbaud

Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!

— Arthur Rimbaud

True life is elsewhere.

— Arthur Rimbaud

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

I’m intact, and I don’t give a damn.

— Arthur Rimbaud

A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn’t he?

— Arthur Rimbaud

The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.

— Arthur Rimbaud

Morality is the weakness of the mind.

— Arthur Rimbaud

I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.

— Arthur Rimbaud

Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!

— Arthur Rimbaud

I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.

— Arthur Rimbaud

Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper – both of us – in ecstasy!

— Arthur Rimbaud

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

— Arthur Rimbaud

The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses.

— 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.

— Arthur Rimbaud

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

— Arthur Rimbaud

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

— Arthur Rimbaud

But the problem is to make the soul into a monster.

— Arthur Rimbaud

Faith assuages, guides, restores.

— Arthur Rimbaud

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

— Arthur Rimbaud
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