Truth is error burned up.
To love is to transform; to be a poet.
Psychoanalysis can provide a theory of 'progress,' but only by viewing history as a neurosis.
The boundary line between self and external world bears no relation to reality; the distinction between ego and world is made by spitting out part of the inside, and swallowing in part of the outside.
Resisting madness is the maddest way of being mad.
The dynamics of capitalism is postponement of enjoyment to the constantly postponed future.