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

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

Death is imposed only on creatures, not their creations, and has therefore always appeared in art in a broken form: as allegory.

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

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

The good man is he who rules himself as he does his own property: his autonomous being is modelled on material power.

It is barbaric to write poetry after Auschwitz.