The goddess of beauty is the goddess Kitsch.

Kitsch is certainly not "bad art," it forms its own closed system.

Were one merely to seek information, one should inquire of the man who hates, but if one wishes to know what truly is, one better ask the one who loves

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

If the embodiment of the fundamental idea of our age were to be found in Victorian architecture, in the Church of Cristo Re in Rome or the Church in Brasilia, in Moscow University or the Capitol in Washington, then our age would undoubtedly be called the 'age of kitsch.'

What's important is promising something to the people, not actually keeping those promises. The people have always lived on hope alone.

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