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

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

In the abstract conception of universal wrong, all concrete responsibility vanishes.

When I made my theoretical model, I could not have guessed that people would try to realise it with Molotov cocktails.

Suffering has as much right to be expressed as a martyr has to cry out. So it may have been false to say that writing poetry after Auschwitz is impossible.

The darkening of the world makes the irrationality of art rational: radically darkened art.

Intelligence is a moral category.