I sat at the foot of a huge tree, a statue of the night, and tried to make an inventory of all… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone, and the only… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
We must cultivate and defend particularity, individuality, and irregularity-life. Human beings do not have a future in the collectivism of bureaucratic states… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
The religion of art, like the religion of politics, was born from the ruins of Christianity. Art inherited from the old religion… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
I sat at the foot of a huge tree, a statue of the night, and tried to make an inventory of all… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
Literature is the expression of a feeling of deprivation, a recourse against a sense of something missing. But the contrary is also… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
Surrealism is not a school of poetry but a movement of liberation... A way of rediscovering the language of innocence, a renewal… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
Solitude lies at the lowest depth of the human condition. Man is the only being who feels himself to be alone and… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
What sets worlds in motion is the interplay of differences, their attractions and repulsions. Life is plurality, death is uniformity. By suppressing differences and… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
The religion of art, like the religion of politics, was born from the ruins of Christianity. Art inherited from the old religion the power… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
I thought that the world was a vast system of signs, a conversation between giant beings. My actions, the cricket's saw, the star's blink,… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
Changes are inseparable from democracy. To defend democracy is to defend the possibility of change; in turn, changes alone can strengthen democracy. — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
It is not proper to project our feelings onto things or to attribute our own sensations and passions to them. Can it also be… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
“I went to the little window and inhaled the country air. One could hear the breathing of the night, feminine, enormous. ("The Blue Bouquet")” — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
A glass pitcher, a wicker basket, a tunic of coarse cloth. Their beauty is inseparable from their function. Handicrafts belong to a world existing… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
“Between going and staying the day wavers, in love with its own transparency. The circular afternoon is now a bay where the world in… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
“Two bodies face to face Are at times two waves And the night is an ocean. Two bodies face to face Are sometimes two… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
