We might say that both the artist and theneurotic bite off more than they can chew, but the artist spews it back out again and chews it over in an objectified way, as an ex­ternal, active, work project.

Once you base your whole life striving on a desperate lie, and try to implement that lie, you instrument your own undoing.

Guilt results from unused life, from the unlived in us.

Ecological devastation is the excrement, so to speak, of man's power worship.

Men use one another to assure their personal victory over death.

Love is the problem of an animal.

Horror alone brings peace of mind.