Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love! — Arthur Rimbaud
Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ? — Arthur Rimbaud
But, truly, I have wept too much! the dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter. — Arthur Rimbaud
I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance. — Arthur Rimbaud
I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own. — Arthur Rimbaud