Maxioms by 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.