Wrong Life Cannot Be Lived Rightly.

In Sharp Contrasts To Traditional Art, Modern Art Does Not Hide The Fact That It Is Something Made And Produced: On The Contrary, It Underscores The Fact.

The Noiseless Din That We Have Long Known In Dreams, Booms At Us In Waking Hours From Newspaper Headlines.

Anti-semitism Is The Rumour About The Jews.

Love Is The Power To See Similarity In The Dissimilar.

The Culture Industry Perpetually Cheats Its Consumers Of What It Perpetually Promises. The Promissory Note Which, With Its Plots And Staging, It Draws On Pleasure Is Endlessly Prolonged; The Promise, Which Is Actually All The Spectacle Consists Of, Is Illusory: All It Actually Confirms Is That The Real Point Will Never Be Reached, That The Diner Must Be Satisfied With The Menu.