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.

There is no true life within a false life.

If across the Atlantic the ideology was pride, here it is delivering the goods.

Tact is the discrimination of differences. It consists in conscious deviations.

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

When I made my theoretical model, I could not have guessed that people would try to realise it with Molotov cocktails.

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