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Happiness is obsolete: uneconomic.
Freedom would be not to choose between black and white but to abjure such prescribed choices.
Only a humanity to whom death has become as indifferent as its members, that has itself died, can inflict it administratively on innumerable people.
Normality is death.
The splinter in your eye is the best magnifying-glass.
Everything that has ever been called folk art has always reflected domination.
Art is permitted to survive only if it renounces the right to be different, and integrates itself into the omnipotent realm of the profane.
The task of art today is to bring chaos into order.
True thoughts are those alone which do not understand themselves.
No harm comes to man from outside alone: dumbness is the objective spirit.