All efforts to make politics aesthetic culminate in one thing, war.
What matters for the dialectician is having the wind of world history in his sails. Thinking for him means: to set the sails. It is the way they are set that matters. Words are his sails. The way they...
O bliss of the collector, bliss of the man of leisure! Of no one has less been expected and no one has had a greater sense of well-being than... a collector. Ownership is the most intimate relationshi...
Counsel woven into the fabric of real life is wisdom.
The film is the first art form capable of demonstrating how matter plays tricks on man.
All human knowledge takes the form of interpretation.
It is precisely the purpose of the public opinion generated by the press to make the public incapable of judging, to insinuate into it the attitude of someone irresponsible, uninformed.
The greater the decrease in the social significance of an art form, the sharper the distinction between criticism and enjoyment by the public. The conventional is uncritically enjoyed, and the truly n...
Solitude appeared to me as the only fit state of man.
Every line we succeed in publishing today - no matter how uncertain the future to which we entrust it - is a victory wrenched from the powers of darkness.
The fairy tale, which to this day is the first tutor of children because it was once the first tutor of mankind, secretly lives on in the story. The first true storyteller is, and will continue to be,...
Memory is not an instrument for exploring the past but its theatre. It is the medium of past experience, as the ground is the medium in which dead cities lie interred.
The work of memory collapses time.
The art of storytelling is reaching its end because the epic side of truth, wisdom, is dying out.
Boredom is the dream bird that hatches the egg of experience. A rustling in the leaves drives him away.
The idea that happiness could have a share in beauty would be too much of a good thing.
Work on good prose has three steps: a musical stage when it is composed, an architectonic one when it is built, and a textile one when it is woven.
Every passion borders on the chaotic, but the collector's passion borders on the chaos of memories.
The only way of knowing a person is to love them without hope.
Death is the sanction of everything the story-teller can tell. He has borrowed his authority from death.