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.

All satire is blind to the forces liberated by decay. Which is why total decay has absorbed the forces of satire.

Technology is making gestures precise and brutal, and with them men.

One must have tradition in oneself, to hate it properly.

Dissonance is the truth about harmony.

Rampant technolgy eliminates luxury, but not by declaring privilege a human right; rather, it does so by both raising the general standard of living and cutting off the possibility of fulfilment.

Writing poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric.