Only a humanity to whom death has become as indifferent as its members, that has itself died, can inflict it administratively on innumerable people.

The joke of our time is the suicide of intention.

Kitsch evokes a future utopia looking back at a past that is selectively (mis)remembered, thereby helping to stabilize the present toward which kitsch is otherwise deeply anatagonistic.

True thoughts are those alone which do not understand themselves.

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.

In psycho-analysis nothing is true except the exaggerations.

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