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.
The thought that murders the wish that fathered it will be overtaken by the revenge of stupidity
Wrong life cannot be lived rightly.
Domination delegates the physical violence on which it rests to the dominated.
Writing poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric.
It would be advisable to think of progress in the crudest, most basic terms: that no one should go hungry anymore, that there should be no more torture, no more Auschwitz. Only then will the idea of progress be free from lies.