The new human type cannot be properly understood without awareness of what he is continuously exposed to from the world of things about him, even in his most secret innervations.

The individual mirrors in his individuation the preordained social laws of exploitation, however mediated.

The film has succeeded in transforming subjects so indistinguishably into social functions, that those wholly encompassed, no longer aware of any conflict, enjoy their own dehumanization as something human, as the joy of warmth. The total interconnectedness of the culture industry, omitting nothing, is one with total social delusion.

There is no true life within a false life.

There is no love that is not an echo.

An emancipated society, on the other hand, would not be a unitary state, but the realization of universality in the reconciliation of differences.

The recent past always presents itself as if destroyed by catastrophes.