The splinter in your eye is the best magnifying-glass available.

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

Talent is perhaps nothing other than successfully sublimated rage.

Quality is decided by the depth at which the work incorporates the alternatives within itself, and so masters them.

An emancipated society, on the other hand, would not be a unitary state, but the realization of universality in the reconciliation of differences.

They [the critics] deal with Schoenberg's early works and all their wealth by classifying them, with the music-historical cliché, as late romantic post-Wagnerian. One might just as well dispose of Beethoven as a late-classicist post-Haydnerian.

Thinking no longer means anymore than checking at each moment whether one can indeed think.