O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself.
Louis AragonThat you are not already golden word in our streets Already memories Your love fades Already Whether you are no longer to have perished.
Louis AragonReality is the apparent absence of contradiction. The marvelous is the eruption of contradiction within the real.
Louis AragonThere exists a black kingdom which the eyes of man avoid because its landscape fails signally to flatter them. This darkness, which he imagines he can dispense with in describing the light, is error with its unknown characteristics. Error is certainty's constant companion. Error is the corollary of evidence. And anything said about truth may equally well be said about error: the delusion will be no greater.
Louis Aragon