There is no love that is not an echo.
An emancipated society, on the other hand, would not be a unitary state, but the realization of universality in the reconciliation of differences.
Love is the power to see similarity in the dissimilar.
Love you will find only where you may show yourself weak without provoking strength.
Art is magic delivered from the lie of being truth.
None of the abstract concepts comes closer to fulfilled utopia than that of eternal peace.
Today self-consciousness no longer means anything but reflection on the ego as embarrassment, as realization of impotence: knowing that one is nothing.
Work while you work, play while you play - this is a basic rule of repressive self-discipline.
If time is money, it seems moral to save time, above all one's own, and such parsimony is excused by consideration for others. One is straight-forward.
In the abstract conception of universal wrong, all concrete responsibility vanishes.
Modernity is a qualitative, not a chronological, category.
The task of art today is to bring chaos into order.
Wrong life cannot be lived rightly.
Freedom would be not to choose between black and white but to abjure such prescribed choices.
Advice to intellectuals: let no-one represent you.
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