Freud made the discovery- quite genuinely, simply through working on his own material- that the more deeply one explores the phenomena of human individuation, the more unreservedly one grasps the individual as a self-contained and dynamic entity, the closer one draws to that in the individual which is really no longer individual.

Once the last trace of emotion has been eradicated, nothing remains of thought but absolute tautology.

Wrong life cannot be lived rightly.

The sublime is only a step removed from the ridiculous.

Talent is perhaps nothing other than successfully sublimated rage.

Art as a whole is a riddle. Another way of putting this is to say that art expresses something while at the same time hiding it.

Advice to intellectuals: let no-one represent you.