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

If across the Atlantic the ideology was pride, here it is delivering the goods.

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

Once the last trace of emotion has been eradicated, nothing remains of thought but absolute tautology.

Even the loveliest dream bears like a blemish its difference from reality, the awareness that what it grants is mere illusion.

They [the critics] deal with Schoenberg's early works and all their wealth by classifying them, with the music-historical cliché, as late romantic post-Wagnerian. One might just as well dispose of Beethoven as a late-classicist post-Haydnerian.

A successful work of art is not one which resolves objective contradictions in a spurious harmony, but one which expresses the idea of harmony negatively by embodying the contradictions, pure and uncompromised, in its innermost structure.