A pencil and rubber are of more use to thought than a battalion of assistants. To happiness the same applies as to truth: one does not have it, but is in it.

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.

In psycho-analysis nothing is true except the exaggerations.

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

There is something embarrassing in... the way in which, ... turning suffering into images, harsh and uncompromising though they are, ... wounds the shame we feel in the presence of the victims. For these victims are used to create something, works of art, that are thrown to the consumption of a world which destroyed them.

No harm comes to man from outside alone: dumbness is the objective spirit.

For a man who no longer has a homeland, writing becomes a place to live.