O months of blossoming, months of transfigurations, May without cloud and June stabbed to the heart, I shall not ever forget the lilacs or the roses Nor those the spring has kept folded away apart. — 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
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