A democratic civilization will save itself only if it makes the language of the image into a stimulus for critical reflection - not an invitation for hypnosis.

That is a real attitude - to see everything as being meaningful, even the less important things, to prove something, even the greater problems of life.

National identity is the last bastion of the dispossessed. But the meaning of identity is now based on hatred, on hatred for those who are not the same.

Followers of the occult believe in only what they already know, and in those things that confirm what they have already learned.

And what would we be, we sinful creatures, without fear, perhaps the most foresighted, the most loving of the divine gifts?

The Art of the Romance, though warning us that it is providing fictions, opens a door into the Palace of Absurdity, and when we have lightly stepped inside, slams it shut behind us.

Better reality than a dream: if something is real, then it's real and you're not to blame.