Man is the namer; by this we recognize that through him pure language speaks. All nature, insofar as it communicates itself, communicates itself in language, and so finally in man. Hence, he is the lord of nature and can give names to things. Only through the linguistic being of things can he get beyond himself and attain knowledge of them-in the name. God's creation is completed when things receive their names from man, from whom in name language alone speaks.

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

Only for the sake of the hopeless ones have we been given hope.

The more circumspectly you delay writing down an idea, the more maturely developed it will be on surrendering itself.

For what is the program of the bourgeois parties? A bad poem on springtime, filled to bursting with metaphors.

Every image of the past that is not recognised by the present as one of its own threatens to disappear irretrievably.

The only way of knowing a person is to love them without hope.