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

Opinions are to the vast apparatus of social existence what oil is to machines: one does not go up to a turbine and pour machine oil over it; one applies a little to hidden spindles and joints that one has to know.

Even the most perfect reproduction of a work of art is lacking in one element: its presence in time and space, its unique existence at the place where it happens to be.

As long as there is still one beggar around, there will still be myth.

All human knowledge takes the form of interpretation.

The film is the first art form capable of demonstrating how matter plays tricks on man.

Any order is a balancing act of extreme precariousness.