None of the abstract concepts comes closer to fulfilled utopia than that of eternal peace.

In his state of complete powerlessness the individual perceives the time he has left to live as a brief reprieve.

He who matures early lives in anticipation.

Thinking no longer means anymore than checking at each moment whether one can indeed think.

Quality is decided by the depth at which the work incorporates the alternatives within itself, and so masters them.

People know what they want because they know what other people want.

Indeed, happiness is nothing other than being encompassed, an after-image of the original shelter within the mother. But for this reason no one who is happy can know that he is so. To see happiness, he would have to pass out of it: to be as if already born. He who says he is happy lies, and in invoking happiness, sins against it. He alone keeps faith who says: I was happy.