Fascism is itself less ‘ideological’, in so far as it openly proclaims the principle of domination that is elsewhere concealed.
Death is imposed only on creatures, not their creations, and has therefore always appeared in art in a broken form: as allegory.
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.
None of the abstract concepts comes closer to fulfilled utopia than that of eternal peace.
The natural movement of one’s soul is upwards. But just as any object is dragged down when a heavy weight is tied to it, the burden of the body drags down the soul.
Estrangement shows itself precisely in the elimination of distance between people.
The task of art today is to bring chaos into order.
A pencil and rubber are of more use to thought than a battalion of assistants. To happiness the same applies as to truth: one does not have it, but is in it.
In the Bhagavad Gita, there is no long discussion, nothing elaborate. The main reason for this is that everything stated in the Gita is meant to be tested in the life of every man; it is intended to be verified in practice.
History does not merely touch on language, but takes place in it.