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

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.

And how comfortless is the thought that the sickness of the normal does not necessarily imply as its opposite the health of the sick, but that the latter usually only present, in a different way, the same disastrous pattern.

There is no love that is not an echo.

The usual reproach against the essay, that it is fragmentary and random, itself assumes the givenness of totality and suggests that man is in control of this totality. The desire of the essay, though, is not to filter the eternal out of the transitory; it wants, rather, to make the transitory eternal.

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

Truth is inseperable from the illusory belief that from the figures of the unreal one day, in spite of all, real deliverance will come.