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.

In many people it is already an impertinence to say 'I'.

The lie has long since lost its honest function of misrepresenting reality. Nobody believes anybody, everyone is in the know. Lies are told only to convey to someone that one has no need either of him or his good opinion.

Insane sects grow with the same rhythm as big organizations. It is the rhythm of total destruction.

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

Thinking no longer means anymore than checking at each moment whether one can indeed think.

Not only is the self entwined in society; it owes society its existence in the most literal sense.