In the world's structure dream loosens individuality like a bad tooth.

The good tidings which the historian of the past brings with throbbing heart may be lost in a void the very moment he opens his mouth.

He who asks fortune-tellers the future unwittingly forfeits an inner intimation of coming events that is a thousand times more exact than anything they may say.

To be happy is to be able to become aware of oneself without fright.

Genuine polemics approach a book as lovingly as a cannibal spices a baby.

All efforts to render politics aesthetic culminate in one thing: war.

The adjustment of reality to the masses and of the masses to reality is a process of unlimited scope, as much for thinking as for perception.