Technology is making gestures precise and brutal, and with them men.

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

There is no true life within a false life.

In the abstract conception of universal wrong, all concrete responsibility vanishes.

The man for whom time stretches out painfully is one waiting in vain, disappointed at not finding tomorrow already continuing yesterday.

Life has changed into a timeless succession of shocks, interspaced with empty, paralysed intervals.

The inadequacy of the purely purpose-oriented form is revealed for what it is-a monotonous, impoverished boring practicality.