The culture industry not so much adapts to the reactions of its customers as it counterfeits them.
Wrong life cannot be lived rightly.
Only a humanity to whom death has become as indifferent as its members, that has itself died, can inflict it administratively on innumerable people.
He who has laughter on his side has no need of proof.
Work while you work, play while you play – this is a basic rule of repressive self-discipline.
For a man who no longer has a homeland, writing becomes a place to live.
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.