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

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.

There is no true life within a false life.

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 abstract conception of universal wrong, all concrete responsibility vanishes.

Jazz is the false liquidation of art - instead of utopia becoming reality it disappears from the picture.

In the age of the individual's liquidation, the question of individuality must be raised anew.