Art is permitted to survive only if it renounces the right to be different, and integrates itself into the omnipotent realm of the profane.

Because thought has by now been perverted into the solving of assigned problems, even what is not assigned is processed like a problem.

Dissonance is the truth about harmony.

He who has loved and who betrays love does harm not only to the image of the past, but to the past itself.

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.

The first and only principle of sexual ethics: the accuser is always in the wrong.

The idea that after this war life will continue 'normally' or even that culture might be 'rebuilt' - as if the rebuilding of culture were not already its negation - is idiotic.