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

The splinter in your eye is the best magnifying-glass available.

The need to let suffering speak is a condition of all truth. For suffering is objectivity that weighs upon the subject

Art is permitted to survive only if it renounces the right to be different, and integrates itself into the omnipotent realm of the profane.

If across the Atlantic the ideology was pride, here it is delivering the goods.

In the end indignation over kitsch is anger at tis shameless revelling in the joy of imitation.

Jazz is the false liquidation of art - instead of utopia becoming reality it disappears from the picture.