The gods look in pleasure on penitent sinners.

People know what they want because they know what other people want.

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

In the end indignation over kitsch is anger at tis shameless revelling in the joy of imitation.

Freedom would be not to choose between black and white but to abjure such prescribed choices.

The capacity for fear and for happiness are the same, the unrestricted openness to experience amounting to self-abandonment in which the vanquished rediscovers himself.

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.