Even the loveliest dream bears like a blemish its difference from reality, the awareness that what it grants is mere illusion.

In the age of the individual's liquidation, the question of individuality must be raised anew.

Truth is inseperable from the illusory belief that from the figures of the unreal one day, in spite of all, real deliverance will come.

Modernity is a qualitative, not a chronological, category.

People have so manipulated the concept of freedom that it finally boils down to the right of the stronger and richer to take from the weaker and poorer whatever they still have.

Life has become the ideology of its own absence.

The thought that murders the wish that fathered it will be overtaken by the revenge of stupidity