Those who cannot help ought also not advise: in an order where every mousehole has been plugged, mere advice exactly equals condemnation.

Life has changed into a timeless succession of shocks, interspaced with empty, paralysed intervals.

He who has laughter on his side has no need of proof.

The hardest hit, as everywhere, are those who have no choice.

In the innermost recesses of humanism, as its very soul, there rages a frantic prisoner who, as a Fascist, turns the world into a prison.

Freud made the discovery- quite genuinely, simply through working on his own material- that the more deeply one explores the phenomena of human individuation, the more unreservedly one grasps the individual as a self-contained and dynamic entity, the closer one draws to that in the individual which is really no longer individual.

Jazz is the false liquidation of art - instead of utopia becoming reality it disappears from the picture.