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

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

Happiness is obsolete: uneconomic.

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

Lies are told only to convey to someone that one has no need either of him or his good opinion.

History does not merely touch on language, but takes place in it.

Writing poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric.