Man does not speak because he thinks; he thinks because he speaks. Or rather, speaking is no different than thinking: to speak… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
Man, even man debased by the neocapitalism and pseudosocialism of our time, is a marvelous being because he sometimes speaks. Language is… — 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
Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone. — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
Contemporary man has rationalized the myths, but he has not been able to destroy them. — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
The beloved is already in our being, as thirst and "otherness." Being is eroticism. Inspiration is that strange voice that takes man… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
The North American system only wants to consider the positive aspects of reality. Men and women are subjected from childhood to an… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
Modern man likes to pretend that his thinking is wide-awake. But this wide-awake thinking has led us into the mazes of a… — 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
