The lie has long since lost its honest function of misrepresenting reality. Nobody believes anybody, everyone is in the know. Lies are told only to convey to someone that one has no need either of him or his good opinion.

The splinter in your eye is the best magnifying-glass available.

In the innermost recesses of humanism, as its very soul, there rages a frantic prisoner who, as a Fascist, turns the world into a prison.

A pencil and rubber are of more use to thought than a battalion of assistants. To happiness the same applies as to truth: one does not have it, but is in it.

Death is imposed only on creatures, not their creations, and has therefore always appeared in art in a broken form: as allegory.

What can oppose the decline of the west is not a resurrected culture but the utopia that is silently contained in the image of its decline.

There's not much need for prophets who are in synch with their society.