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

True thoughts are those alone which do not understand themselves.

The poor are prevented from thinking by the discipline of others, the rich by their own.

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.

There is no true life within a false life.

Dissonance is the truth about harmony.

To hate destructiveness, one must hate life as well: only death is an image of undistorted life ... organic life is an illness peculiar to our unlovely planet.