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… — Louis Aragon Copy Share Image
As [John Heartfield] was playing with the fire of appearance, reality took fire around him... The scraps of photographs that he formerly manoeuvred for… — Louis Aragon Copy Share Image
There are strange flowers of reason to match each error of the senses. — Louis Aragon Copy Share Image
Reality is the apparent absence of contradiction. The marvelous is the eruption of contradiction within the real. — Louis Aragon Copy Share Image
No more painters, no more scribblers, no more musicians, no more sculptors, no more religions, no more royalists, no more radicals, no more imperialists,… — Louis Aragon Copy Share Image
O months of blossoming, months of transfigurations, May without cloud and June stabbed to the heart, I shall not ever forget the lilacs or… — Louis Aragon Copy Share Image
The authors of book reviews would consider themselves dishonored were they to mention, as they should, the subject of the book. — Louis Aragon Copy Share Image
I shall always rebel against any attempt to reduce a human being to a kind of mannequin, whose deeds and questions would be comprehensible… — Louis Aragon Copy Share Image
I demand that my books be judged with utmost severity, by knowledgeable... — Louis Aragon Copy Share Image
We know that the nature of genius is to provide idiots with ideas twenty years later. — Louis Aragon Copy Share Image