Everything that has ever been called folk art has always reflected domination.
– Theodor Adorno
The man for whom time stretches out painfully is one waiting in vain, disappointed at not finding tomorrow already continuing yesterday.
Domination delegates the physical violence on which it rests to the dominated.
The human is indissolubly linked with imitation: a human being only becomes human at all by imitating other human beings.
The hardest hit, as everywhere, are those who have no choice.
Quality is decided by the depth at which the work incorporates the alternatives within itself, and so masters them.
History does not merely touch on language, but takes place in it.
Thinking no longer means anymore than checking at each moment whether one can indeed think.
He who has laughter on his side has no need of proof.
If time is money, it seems moral to save time, above all one’s own, and such parsimony is excused by consideration for others. One is straight-forward.
Modernity is a qualitative, not a chronological, category.
All satire is blind to the forces liberated by decay. Which is why total decay has absorbed the forces of satire.
Happiness is obsolete: uneconomic.
The almost insoluble task is to let neither the power of others, nor our own powerlessness, stupefy us.
He who integrates is lost.
Horror is beyond the reach of psychology.
The good man is he who rules himself as he does his own property: his autonomous being is modelled on material power.
Tact is the discrimination of differences. It consists in conscious deviations.
There is no love that is not an echo.
Wrong life cannot be lived rightly.
He who stands aloof runs the risk of believing himself better than others and misusing his critique of society as an ideology for his private interest.
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.
In the abstract conception of universal wrong, all concrete responsibility vanishes.
Love you will find only where you may show yourself weak without provoking strength.
True thoughts are those alone which do not understand themselves.
He who matures early lives in anticipation.
Life has become the ideology of its own absence.
The whole is the false.
Art is permitted to survive only if it renounces the right to be different, and integrates itself into the omnipotent realm of the profane.