The Dialectic Cannot Stop Short Before The

Because Thought Has By Now Been Perverted Into The Solving Of Assigned Problems, Even What Is Not Assigned Is Processed Like A Problem.

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 Almost Insoluble Task Is To Let Neither The Power Of Others, Nor Our Own Powerlessness, Stupefy Us.

The Forms Of Art Reflect The History Of Man More Truthfully Than Do Documents Themselves.

Art As A Whole Is A Riddle. Another Way Of Putting This Is To Say That Art Expresses Something While At The Same Time Hiding It.