Living substance conquers the frenzy of destruction only in the ecstasy of procreation.

Counsel woven into the fabric of real life is wisdom.

To perceive the aura of an object we look at means to invest it with the ability to look at us in return.

Our image of happiness is indissolubly bound up with the image of the past.

Rather than ask, What is the attitude of a work to the relations of production of its time? I should like to ask, What is its position in them.

Each morning the day lies like a fresh shirt on our bed; this incomparably fine, incomparably tightly woven tissue of pure prediction fits us perfectly. The happiness of the next twenty-four hours depends on our ability, on waking, to pick it up.

As Hegel put it, only when it is dark does the owl of Minerva begin its flight. Only in extinction is the collector comprehend.