Modernity is a qualitative, not a chronological, category.

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

The objective tendency of the Enlightenment, to wipe out the power of images over man, is not matched by any subjective progress on the part of enlightened thinking towards freedom from images.

The splinter in your eye is the best magnifying-glass available.

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

Quality is decided by the depth at which the work incorporates the alternatives within itself, and so masters them.

He who has laughter on his side has no need of proof.