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

In the innermost recesses of humanism, as its very soul, there rages a frantic prisoner who, as a Fascist, turns the world into a prison.

Insane sects grow with the same rhythm as big organizations. It is the rhythm of total destruction.

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

The only philosophy that can be practiced responsibly in the face of despair is the attempt to contemplate all things as they would present themselves from the standpoint of redemption. Knowledge has no light but that shed on the world by redemption: all else is reconstruction, mere technique. Perspectives must be fashioned that displace and estrange the world, that reveal its fissures and crevices, as indigent and distorted as it will one day appear in the Messianic light.

He who stands aloof runs the risk of believing himself better than others and misusing his critique of society as an ideology for his private interest.

Dissonance is the truth about harmony.