And how comfortless is the thought that the sickness of the normal does not necessarily imply as its opposite the health of the sick, but that the latter usually only present, in a different way, the same disastrous pattern.

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

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

Every work of art is an uncommitted crime.

Only a humanity to whom death has become as indifferent as its members, that has itself died, can inflict it administratively on innumerable people.

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

Of the world as it exists, it is not possible to be enough afraid.