In the abstract conception of universal wrong, all concrete responsibility vanishes.

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

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.

He who integrates is lost.

The sublime is only a step removed from the ridiculous.

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

One must have tradition in oneself, to hate it properly.