Advice to intellectuals: let no-one represent you.

That all men are alike is exactly what society would like to hear. It considers actual or imagined differences as stigmas indicating that not enough has yet been done; that something has still been left outside its machinery, not quite determined by its totality.

There is no love that is not an echo.

No harm comes to man from outside alone: dumbness is the objective spirit.

He who stands aloof runs the risk of believing himself better than others and misusing his critique of society as an ideology for his private interest.

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.

What has become alien to men is the human component of culture, its closest part, which upholds them against the world. They make common cause with the world against themselves, and the most alienated condition of all, the omnipresence of commodities, their own conversion into appendages of machinery, is for them a mirage of closeness.