Louis Aragon

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.

I demand that my books be judged with utmost severity, by knowledgeable people who know the rules of grammar and read more

I demand that my books be judged with utmost severity, by knowledgeable people who know the rules of grammar and of logic, and who will seek beneath the footsteps of my commas the lice of my thought in the head of my style.

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?

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.