Every work of art is an uncommitted crime.

Art is permitted to survive only if it renounces the right to be different, and integrates itself into the omnipotent realm of the profane.

Everything that has ever been called folk art has always reflected domination.

The splinter in your eye is the best magnifying-glass.

Only a humanity to whom death has become as indifferent as its members, that has itself died, can inflict it administratively on innumerable people.