There is no love that is not an echo.

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

Kitsch parodies catharsis...It is in vain to try to draw the boundaries abstractly between aesthetic fiction and kitsch's emotional plunder. It is a poison admixed to all art; excising it is today one of art's despairing efforts.

The thought that murders the wish that fathered it will be overtaken by the revenge of stupidity

Art is permitted to survive only if it renounces the right to be different, and integrates itself into the omnipotent realm of the profane.

And how comfortless is the thought that the sickness of the normal does not necessarily imply as its opposite the health of the sick, but that the latter usually only present, in a different way, the same disastrous pattern.

The need to let suffering speak is a condition of all truth. For suffering is objectivity that weighs upon the subject