Writing poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric.

There is no love that is not an echo.

Anti-Semitism is the rumour about the Jews.

Everything about art has become problematic; its inner life, its relation to society, even its right to exist.

Rampant technolgy eliminates luxury, but not by declaring privilege a human right; rather, it does so by both raising the general standard of living and cutting off the possibility of fulfilment.

Fear and destructiveness are the major emotional sources of fascism, eros belongs mainly to democracy.

He who stands aloof runs the risk of believing himself better than others and misusing his critique of society as an ideology for his private interest. While he gropingly forms his own life in the frail image of a true existence, he should never forget its frailty, nor how little the image is a substitute for true life. Against such awareness, however, pulls the momentum of the bourgeois within him.