Louis Aragon

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.

The whole fauna of human fantasies, their marine vegetation, drifts and luxuriates in the dimly lit zones of human activity, read more

The whole fauna of human fantasies, their marine vegetation, drifts and luxuriates in the dimly lit zones of human activity, as though plaiting thick tresses of darkness. Here, too, appear the lighthouses of the mind, with their outward resemblance to less pure symbols. The gateway to mystery swings open at the touch of human weakness and we have entered the realms of darkness. One false step, one slurred syllable together reveal a man's thoughts.

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.

Error is certainty's constant companion. Error is the corollary of evidence. And anything said about truth may equally well be read more

Error is certainty's constant companion. Error is the corollary of evidence. And anything said about truth may equally well be said about error: the delusion will be no greater.

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?