The sublime is only a step removed from the ridiculous.
Wrong life cannot be lived rightly.
They [the critics] deal with Schoenberg's early works and all their wealth by classifying them, with the music-historical cliché, as late romantic post-Wagnerian. One might just as well dispose of Beethoven as a late-classicist post-Haydnerian.
He who integrates is lost.
It is barbaric to write poetry after Auschwitz.
The good man is he who rules himself as he does his own property: his autonomous being is modelled on material power.