Every work of art is an uncommitted crime.

Talent is perhaps nothing other than successfully sublimated rage.

The very people who burst with proofs of exuberant vitality could easily be taken for prepared corpses, from whom the news of their not-quite-successful decease has been withheld for reasons of population policy. Underlying the prevalent health is death. All the movements of health resemble the reflex-movements of beings whose hearts have stopped beating.

The darkening of the world makes the irrationality of art rational: radically darkened art.

Fascism is itself less 'ideological', in so far as it openly proclaims the principle of domination that is elsewhere concealed.

The good man is he who rules himself as he does his own property: his autonomous being is modelled on material power.

The most powerful person is he who is able to do least himself and burden others most with the things for which he lends his name and pockets the credit.