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

Jazz is the false liquidation of art - instead of utopia becoming reality it disappears from the picture.

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

A pencil and rubber are of more use to thought than a battalion of assistants. To happiness the same applies as to truth: one does not have it, but is in it.

People at the top are closing ranks so tightly that all possibility of subjective deviation has gone, and difference can be sought only in the more distinguished cut of an evening dress.

The sublime is only a step removed from the ridiculous.

What can oppose the decline of the west is not a resurrected culture but the utopia that is silently contained in the image of its decline.