The inadequacy of the purely purpose-oriented form is revealed for what it is-a monotonous, impoverished boring practicality.

None of the abstract concepts comes closer to fulfilled utopia than that of eternal peace.

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

The dialectic cannot stop short before the conceptsof health and sickness, nor indeed before their siblings reason and unreason.

The man for whom time stretches out painfully is one waiting in vain, disappointed at not finding tomorrow already continuing yesterday.

Happiness is obsolete: uneconomic.

Freud made the discovery- quite genuinely, simply through working on his own material- that the more deeply one explores the phenomena of human individuation, the more unreservedly one grasps the individual as a self-contained and dynamic entity, the closer one draws to that in the individual which is really no longer individual.