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

Modernity is a qualitative, not a chronological, category.

Advice to intellectuals: let no-one represent you.

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

All satire is blind to the forces liberated by decay. Which is why total decay has absorbed the forces of satire.

The hardest hit, as everywhere, are those who have no choice.

Happiness is obsolete: uneconomic.