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.
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.
History does not merely touch on language, but takes place in it.
When all actions are mathematically calculated, they also take on a stupid quality.
The gods look in pleasure on penitent sinners.
To say ‘we’ and mean ‘I’ is one of the most recondite insults.