When I made my theoretical model, I could not have guessed that people would try to realise it with Molotov cocktails.

Culture is only true when implicitly critical, and the mind which forgets this revenges itself in the critics it breeds. Criticism is an indispensable element of culture.

The man for whom time stretches out painfully is one waiting in vain, disappointed at not finding tomorrow already continuing yesterday.

Writing poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric.

No harm comes to man from outside alone: dumbness is the objective spirit.

A German is someone who cannot tell a lie without believing it himself.

So the experience of death is turned into that of the exchange of functionaries, and anything in the natural relationship to death that is not wholly absorbed into the social one is turned over to hygiene. In being seen as no more than the exit of a living creature from the social combine, death has been domesticated: dying merely confirms the absolute irrelevance of the natural organism in face of the social absolute.