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

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

Kitsch offers instantaneous emotional gratification without intellectual effort, without the requirement of distance, wihtout sublimation.

You could tell a lot about a man by the books he keeps - his tastes, his interest, his habits.

Books and harlots have their quarrels in public.

In the convulsions of the commodity economy, we begin to recognize the monuments of the bourgeoisie as ruins even before they have crumbled.

Nothing is poorer than a truth expressed as it was thought. Committed to writing in such cases, it is not even a bad photograph. Truth wants to be startled abruptly, at one stroke, from her self-immersion, whether by uproar, music or cries for help.