Ma'am! What am I your maiden aunt? Call me Mrs. Aragon. Call me Belle. Call me madame if you're tired of living, but don't call me... ma'am.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
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.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The ideas of the ruling class are in every epoch the ruling ideas, i.e. the class which is the ruling material force of society, i...s at the same time its ruling intellectual force. 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.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There exists a black kingdom which the eyes of man avoid because its landscape fails signally to flatter them. This darkness, whic...h 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.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Fear of error which everything recalls to me at every moment of the flight of my ideas, this mania for control, makes men prefer r...eason's imagination to the imagination of the senses. And yet it is always the imagination alone which is at work.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness, and truth presupposes error. It is these mingled opposites which people our life..., which make it pungent, intoxicating. We only exist in terms of this conflict, in the zone where black and white clash.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Can the knowledge deriving from reason even begin to compare with knowledge perceptible by sense? No doubt the number of people cr...ass enough to reply exclusively on the former and scorn the latter are sufficient in themselves to explain the disfavor into which everything deriving from the senses has gradually fallen. But when the most scholarly of men have taught me that light is a vibration, or offered me any other fruits of their labors of reasoning, they will not have rendered me an account of what is important to me about light, of what my eyes have begun to teach me about it, of what makes me different from a blind man--things which are the stuff of miracles, not subject matter for reasoning.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point wher...e those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »