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

The man for whom time stretches out painfully is one waiting in vain, disappointed at not finding tomorrow already continuing yesterday.

Kitsch parodies catharsis...It is in vain to try to draw the boundaries abstractly between aesthetic fiction and kitsch's emotional plunder. It is a poison admixed to all art; excising it is today one of art's despairing efforts.

The most powerful person is he who is able to do least himself and burden others most with the things for which he lends his name and pockets the credit.

The recent past always presents itself as if destroyed by catastrophes.

A German is someone who cannot tell a lie without believing it himself.

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