Octavio PazThinkers

Art is an invention of aesthetics, which in turn is an invention of philosophers ... What we call art is a game.

Death is the mother of forms.

Eroticism is socialised sexuality.

Eroticism is the spindle around which the earth turns.

The Human condition's profoundest fact is solitude, for man is the only being who knows he is alone, and the only one who seeks out another.

Love is an attempt at penetrating another being, but it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual.

Love is one of the answers humankind invented to stare death in the face: time ceases to be a measure, and we can briefly know paradise.

Poetry is not a genre in harmony with the modern world... its innermost nature is hostile or indifferent to the dogmas of modern times, progress and the cult of the future.

Poetry is the experience of liberty. The poet risks himself, he chances all on the poem's all with each verse he writes.

Reality is a staircase going neither up nor down.

Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition, for man is the only being who knows he is alone, and the only one who seeks out another.