Quote by Louis Aragon

Fear of error which everything recalls to me at every moment of the flight of my ideas, this mania for control, makes men prefer reason's imagination to the imagination of the senses. And yet it is always the imagination alone which is at work.


Fear of error which everything recalls to me at every moment

Summary

This quote highlights the human tendency to be preoccupied with the fear of making mistakes and the need to have absolute control over our thoughts and ideas. As a result, we often prioritize rational thinking over using our senses and intuition. However, the quote suggests that it is ultimately the imagination that drives our thinking, regardless of our efforts to maintain control. The quote serves as a reminder that embracing the imaginative side of our thinking can lead to new insights and perspectives, even if it means relinquishing some control.

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Alone
By Louis Aragon
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