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More Quotes by Louis Aragon
Can the knowledge deriving from reason even begin to compare with knowledge perceptible by sense?
I have no friends, there are only people I love.
What on earth is modern exegesis up to? Oh, little lazy one! Some red wine and up! Off you go, brandishing your fork, stripped of Ophelia's useless ornaments, fire in your large nostrils, out to rake the muck of metaphors.
Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.
Yes, I read. I have that absurd habit. I like beautiful poems, moving poetry, and all the beyond of that poetry. I am extraordinarily sensitive to those poor, marvelous words left in our dark night by a few men I never knew.
There are strange flowers of reason to match each error of the senses. Admirable gardens of absurd beliefs, forebodings, obsessions and frenzies. Unknown, ever-changing gods take shape there.
It sometimes happens that pleasure blows anywhere it damn well chooses.
Your imagination, my dear fellow, is worth more than you imagine.
We know that the nature of genius is to provide idiots with ideas twenty years later.
Geniuses are like ocean liners: they should never meet.
