In the age of the individual's liquidation, the question of individuality must be raised anew.

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

Work while you work, play while you play - this is a basic rule of repressive self-discipline.

Exuberant health is always, as such, sickness also.

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.

Talent is perhaps nothing other than successfully sublimated rage.

Life has become the ideology of its own absence.