But he who dies in despair has lived his whole life in vain.

Happiness is obsolete: uneconomic.

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.

That all men are alike is exactly what society would like to hear. It considers actual or imagined differences as stigmas indicating that not enough has yet been done; that something has still been left outside its machinery, not quite determined by its totality.

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

The film has succeeded in transforming subjects so indistinguishably into social functions, that those wholly encompassed, no longer aware of any conflict, enjoy their own dehumanization as something human, as the joy of warmth. The total interconnectedness of the culture industry, omitting nothing, is one with total social delusion.

Of the world as it exists, it is not possible to be enough afraid.