The task of art today is to bring chaos into order.

They [the critics] deal with Schoenberg's early works and all their wealth by classifying them, with the music-historical cliché, as late romantic post-Wagnerian. One might just as well dispose of Beethoven as a late-classicist post-Haydnerian.

The culture industry not so much adapts to the reactions of its customers as it counterfeits them.

Those who cannot help ought also not advise: in an order where every mousehole has been plugged, mere advice exactly equals condemnation.

Exuberant health is always, as such, sickness also.

The specific is not exclusive: it lacks the aspiration to totality.

Everything that has ever been called folk art has always reflected domination.