Everything about art has become problematic; its inner life, its relation to society, even its right to exist.
Everybody must have projects all the time. The maximum must be extracted from leisure ... The whole of life must look like a job, and by this resemblance conceal what is not yet directly devoted to pecuniary gain.
In Anglo-Saxon countries the prostitutes look as if they purveyed, along with sin, the attendant pains of hell.
Indeed, happiness is nothing other than being encompassed, an after-image of the original shelter within the mother. But for this reason no one who is happy can know that he is so. To see happiness, he would have to pass out of it: to be as if already born. He who says he is happy lies, and in invoking happiness, sins against it. He alone keeps faith who says: I was happy.
The lie has long since lost its honest function of misrepresenting reality. Nobody believes anybody, everyone is in the know. Lies are told only to convey to someone that one has no need either of him or his good opinion.
The darkening of the world makes the irrationality of art rational: radically darkened art.
Proletarian language is dictated by hunger. The poor chew words to fill their bellies.
Insane sects grow with the same rhythm as big organizations. It is the rhythm of total destruction.
There is something embarrassing in... the way in which, ... turning suffering into images, harsh and uncompromising though they are, ... wounds the shame we feel in the presence of the victims. For these victims are used to create something, works of art, that are thrown to the consumption of a world which destroyed them.
An emancipated society, on the other hand, would not be a unitary state, but the realization of universality in the reconciliation of differences.
All the world's not a stage.
Talent is perhaps nothing other than successfully sublimated rage.
The jargon of authenticity ... is a trademark of societalized chosenness, ... sub-language as superior language.
By abstaining from all definite content, whether as formal logic and theory of science or as the legend of Being beyond all beings, philosophy declared its bankruptcy regarding concrete social goals.
Life has changed into a timeless succession of shocks, interspaced with empty, paralysed intervals.
Art is magic delivered from the lie of being truth.
All satire is blind to the forces liberated by decay. Which is why total decay has absorbed the forces of satire.
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.
Horror is beyond the reach of psychology.
Philosophy ... must not bargain away anything of the emphatic concept of truth.
He who stands aloof runs the risk of believing himself better than others and misusing his critique of society as an ideology for his private interest.
History does not merely touch on language, but takes place in it.
Work while you work, play while you play - this is a basic rule of repressive self-discipline.
Intelligence is a moral category.
Lies are told only to convey to someone that one has no need either of him or his good opinion.
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