One must have tradition in oneself, to hate it properly.
The inadequacy of the purely purpose-oriented form is revealed for what it is-a monotonous, impoverished boring practicality.
Modernity is a qualitative, not a chronological, category.
Work while you work, play while you play - this is a basic rule of repressive self-discipline.
He who has laughter on his side has no need of proof.
Truth is inseperable from the illusory belief that from the figures of the unreal one day, in spite of all, real deliverance will come.