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

Art is permitted to survive only if it renounces the right to be different, and integrates itself into the omnipotent realm of the profane.

True thoughts are those alone which do not understand themselves.

To say 'we' and mean 'I' is one of the most recondite insults.

In many people it is already an impertinence to say 'I'.

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

Thus is order ensured: some have to play the game because they cannot otherwise live, and those who could live otherwise are kept out because they do not want to play the game. It is as if the class from which independent intellectuals have defected takes its revenge, by pressing its demands home in the very domain where the deserter seeks refuge.