Suffering has as much right to be expressed as a martyr has to cry out. So it may have been false to say that writing poetry after Auschwitz is impossible.

Modernity is a qualitative, not a chronological, category.

If time is money, it seems moral to save time, above all one's own, and such parsimony is excused by consideration for others. One is straight-forward.

He who matures early lives in anticipation.

History does not merely touch on language, but takes place in it.

All satire is blind to the forces liberated by decay. Which is why total decay has absorbed the forces of satire.

Art as a whole is a riddle. Another way of putting this is to say that art expresses something while at the same time hiding it.