The recent past always presents itself as if destroyed by catastrophes.

The splinter in your eye is the best magnifying-glass available.

Dialectic thought is an attempt to break through the coercion of logic by its own means.

Lies are told only to convey to someone that one has no need either of him or his good opinion.

When I made my theoretical model, I could not have guessed that people would try to realise it with Molotov cocktails.

The man for whom time stretches out painfully is one waiting in vain, disappointed at not finding tomorrow already continuing yesterday.

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.