Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part.

A kitsch novel describes the world not as it really is, but as it is hoped and feared to be.

Although every man believes that his decisions and resolutions involve the most multifarious factors, in reality they are mere oscillation between flight and longing.

Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part.

The world has always gone through periods of madness so as to advance a bit on the road to reason.

The essence of kitsch is the confusion of ethical and esthetic categories; kitsch wants to produce not the "good" but the "beautiful."

Are we, then, insane because we have not gone mad?