Of the world as it exists, it is not possible to be enough afraid.
Tact is the discrimination of differences. It consists in conscious deviations.
In the end indignation over kitsch is anger at tis shameless revelling in the joy of imitation.
The hardest hit, as everywhere, are those who have no choice.
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.