Maxioms by Louis Aragon
Fear of error which everything recalls to me at every moment of the flight of my ideas, this mania for read more
Fear of error which everything recalls to me at every moment of the flight of my ideas, this mania for control, makes men prefer reason's imagination to the imagination of the senses. And yet it is always the imagination alone which is at work.
Love is made by two people in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd but in an read more
Love is made by two people in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd but in an oblivious crowd.
O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have read more
O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself.
Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness, and truth presupposes error. It is these mingled opposites which people our read more
Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness, and truth presupposes error. It is these mingled opposites which people our life, which make it pungent, intoxicating. We only exist in terms of this conflict, in the zone where black and white clash.
Can the knowledge deriving from reason even begin to compare with knowledge perceptible by sense?
Can the knowledge deriving from reason even begin to compare with knowledge perceptible by sense?
