Louis Aragon
Louis Aragon
Louis Aragonwas a French poet, novelist and editor, a long-time member of the Communist Party and a member of the Académie Goncourt...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth3 October 1897
CountryFrance
ocean genius should
Geniuses are like ocean liners: they should never meet.
inspirational imagination students
Your imagination, my dear fellow, is worth more than you imagine.
flower errors strange
There are strange flowers of reason to match each error of the senses.
men language given
Language was not given to man: he seized it.
horse reading heart
Your heart like a hawk-mouth in the sun, your heart like a ship on an atoll, your heart like a compass needle driven mad by a little piece of lead, like washing drying in the wind, like a whining of horses, like seed thrown to the birds, like an evening paper one has finished reading! Your heart is a charade that the whole world has guessed.
love two people
Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.
doors people solitude
Most people have never known solitude.... But there are a few of the other kind who can go back to their rooms anywhere and close the door on the whole world, and feel that they need never emerge.
photography squares illustration
Photography intervenes in a very strange way. It makes the streets, gates, squares of the city into illustrations of a trashy novel, draws off the banal obviousness of this ancient architecture to inject it with the most pristine intensity...
important details would-be
I shall always rebel against any attempt to reduce a human being to a kind of mannequin, whose deeds and questions would be comprehensible like the deeds and gestures of monarchs recorded day after day in official communiques. Six months of a life cannot catalogue the vitality, the activity of an individual; only death stops development and then, what is important is the overall meaning of a life, not the details of that life, edifying to some, scandalous to others.
marine men swings
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.
nature years ideas
We know that the nature of genius is to provide idiots with ideas twenty years later.
friends people no-friends
I have no friends, there are only people I love.
stupidity police arms
No more painters, no more scribblers, no more musicians, no more sculptors, no more religions, no more royalists, no more radicals, no more imperialists, no more anarchists, no more socialists, no more communists, no more proletariat, no more democrats, no more republicans, no more bourgeois, no more aristocrats, no more arms, no more police, no more nations, an end at last to all this stupidity, nothing left, nothing at all, nothing, nothing.
reason compare
Can the knowledge deriving from reason even begin to compare with knowledge perceptible by sense?