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.

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

In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than glorification of the splendid system that makes them so.

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.

Dissonance is the truth about harmony.

The idea that after this war life will continue 'normally' or even that culture might be 'rebuilt' - as if the rebuilding of culture were not already its negation - is idiotic.

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