Only thought which does violence to itself is hard enough to shatter myth.

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.

To hate destructiveness, one must hate life as well: only death is an image of undistorted life ... organic life is an illness peculiar to our unlovely planet.

People at the top are closing ranks so tightly that all possibility of subjective deviation has gone, and difference can be sought only in the more distinguished cut of an evening dress.

Technology is making gestures precise and brutal, and with them men.

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

Even the loveliest dream bears like a blemish its difference from reality, the awareness that what it grants is mere illusion.