Maxioms by Louis Aragon
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.
We know that the nature of genius is to provide idiots with ideas twenty years later.
We know that the nature of genius is to provide idiots with ideas twenty years later.
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.
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 make it read more
Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness, and truth presupposes error. It is these mingled opposites which make it pungent, intoxicating. We only exist in terms of this conflict, in the zone where black and white clash.