A German Is Someone Who Cannot Tell

He Who Integrates Is Lost.

If Philosophy Is Still Necessary, It Is So Only In The Way It Has Been From Time Immemorial: As Critique, As Resistance To The Expanding Heteronomy, Even If Only As Thought's Powerless Attempt To Remain Its Own Master And To Convict Of Untruth, By Their Own Criteria, Both A Fabricated Mythology And A Conniving, Resigned Acquiescence.

It Is Barbaric To Write Poetry After Auschwitz.

He Who Has Laughter On His Side Has No Need Of Proof.

In The Age Of The Individual's Liquidation, The Question Of Individuality Must Be Raised Anew.