In psycho-analysis nothing is true except the exaggerations.

The inadequacy of the purely purpose-oriented form is revealed for what it is-a monotonous, impoverished boring practicality.

He who has loved and who betrays love does harm not only to the image of the past, but to the past itself.

The individual mirrors in his individuation the preordained social laws of exploitation, however mediated.

Domination delegates the physical violence on which it rests to the dominated.

Happiness is obsolete: uneconomic.

And how comfortless is the thought that the sickness of the normal does not necessarily imply as its opposite the health of the sick, but that the latter usually only present, in a different way, the same disastrous pattern.