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

The task of art today is to bring chaos into order.

Modernity is a qualitative, not a chronological, category.

Not only is the self entwined in society; it owes society its existence in the most literal sense.

He who has loved and who betrays love does harm not only to the image of the past, but to the past itself.

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

The recent past always presents itself as if destroyed by catastrophes.