Art is magic delivered from the lie of being truth. — Theodor Adorno

Who, in the end, is to take it amiss if even the freest of the free spirits no longer write for an imaginary posterity, ... but only for the dead God?

The almost insoluble task is to let neither the power of others, nor our own powerlessness, stupefy us.

Tenderness between people is nothing other than awareness of the possibility of relations without purpose.