Freedom would be not to choose between black and white but to abjure such prescribed choices.

He who matures early lives in anticipation.

Thinking no longer means anymore than checking at each moment whether one can indeed think.

The thought that murders the wish that fathered it will be overtaken by the revenge of stupidity

The culture industry not so much adapts to the reactions of its customers as it counterfeits them.

The gods look in pleasure on penitent sinners.

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