Art is the social antithesis of society, not directly deducible from it.

Those who cannot help ought also not advise: in an order where every mousehole has been plugged, mere advice exactly equals condemnation.

Art is permitted to survive only if it renounces the right to be different, and integrates itself into the omnipotent realm of the profane.

In psycho-analysis nothing is true except the exaggerations.

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.

Talent is perhaps nothing other than successfully sublimated rage.

The positive element of kitsch lies in the fact that it sets free for a moment the glimmering realization that you have wasted your life.