He who matures early lives in anticipation.

Work while you work, play while you play - this is a basic rule of repressive self-discipline.

To hate destructiveness, one must hate life as well: only death is an image of undistorted life ... organic life is an illness peculiar to our unlovely planet.

The individual mirrors in his individuation the preordained social laws of exploitation, however mediated.

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.

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.

Lies are told only to convey to someone that one has no need either of him or his good opinion.