Quotes by : Arthur Rimbaud

Oh! Science! Everything has been revised. For the body and for the soul,--the viaticum,—there are medicine....

But the problem is to make the soul into a monster

I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am.

Faith assuages guides restores.

From castles of bone unknown music comes But now, that toil rewarded; you, your calculations,––you,....

Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.

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

Love...no such thing.Whatever it is that binds families and married couples together, that's not love.....

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

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