Horror is beyond the reach of psychology.

Auschwitz begins wherever someone looks at a slaughterhouse and thinks: they’re only animals.

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.

Because thought has by now been perverted into the solving of assigned problems, even what is not assigned is processed like a problem.

Suffering has as much right to be expressed as a martyr has to cry out. So it may have been false to say that writing poetry after Auschwitz is impossible.

There is no right life in the wrong one.

If time is money, it seems moral to save time, above all one's own, and such parsimony is excused by consideration for others. One is straight-forward.