A pencil and rubber are of more use to thought than a battalion of assistants. To happiness the same applies as to truth: one does not have it, but is in it.

No emancipation without that of society.

There is no love that is not an echo.

Domination delegates the physical violence on which it rests to the dominated.

Advice to intellectuals: let no-one represent you.

The joke of our time is the suicide of intention.

Horror is beyond the reach of psychology.

Exuberant health is always, as such, sickness also.

True thoughts are those alone which do not understand themselves.

Modernity is a qualitative, not a chronological, category.

He who has laughter on his side has no need of proof.

Fascism is itself less ‘ideological’, in so far as it openly proclaims the principle of domination that is elsewhere concealed.

The poor are prevented from thinking by the discipline of others, the rich by their own.

Today self-consciousness no longer means anything but reflection on the ego as embarrassment, as realization of impotence: knowing that one is nothing.

Life has become the ideology of its own absence.

Thinking no longer means anymore than checking at each moment whether one can indeed think.

No harm comes to man from outside alone: dumbness is the objective spirit.

The first and only principle of sexual ethics: the accuser is always in the wrong.

Normality is death.

An emancipated society, on the other hand, would not be a unitary state, but the realization of universality in the reconciliation of differences.

To say ‘we’ and mean ‘I’ is one of the most recondite insults.

Love is the power to see similarity in the dissimilar.

None of the abstract concepts comes closer to fulfilled utopia than that of eternal peace.

He who integrates is lost.

In the age of the individual’s liquidation, the question of individuality must be raised anew.

The good man is he who rules himself as he does his own property: his autonomous being is modelled on material power.

Quality is decided by the depth at which the work incorporates the alternatives within itself, and so masters them.

Happiness is obsolete: uneconomic.

Truth is inseperable from the illusory belief that from the figures of the unreal one day, in spite of all, real deliverance will come.