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.

People at the top are closing ranks so tightly that all possibility of subjective deviation has gone, and difference can be sought only in the more distinguished cut of an evening dress.

The splinter in your eye is the best magnifying-glass available.

Domination delegates the physical violence on which it rests to the dominated.

Auschwitz begins wherever someone looks at a slaughterhouse and thinks: they’re only animals.

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.

In the end indignation over kitsch is anger at tis shameless revelling in the joy of imitation.