If there is a sense of reality, there must also be a sense of possibility.

Anyone who still wants to experience fairytales these days can’t afford to dither when it comes to using their brains.

If there is a sense of reality, there must also be a sense of possibility.

That the will of the people can be established by voting for democrats is, of course, a delusion. Yet when considering a non-threatening system for deciding between diverse interests, then voting, of course, can be regarded as a humane and civilized process.

What is perceptible to one’s mistrust is the cut-and-dried way that life is divided up and the ready-made form it assumes, the ever-recurring sameness of it, the pre-formations passed down by generation after generation, the ready-made language not only of the tongue but also of the sensations and the feelings.

All still lifes are actually paintings of the world on the sixth day of creation, when God and the world were alone together, without man!

What is the use of good painting? We want a spell cast upon the optical part of our existence! We seldom really see the world, but when we do, we become as still as a picture.