I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
Arthur RimbaudI don't love women. Love has to be reinvented, we know that. The only thing women can ultimately imagine is security. Once they get that, love, beauty, everything else goes out the window. All they have left is cold disdain; that's what marriages live on nowadays. Sometimes I see women who ought to be happy, with whom I could have found companionship, already swallowed up by brutes with as much feeling as an old log.
Arthur Rimbaud