The Law Of The Innermost Form Of

Every Work Of Art Is An Uncommitted Crime.

The Creed Of Evil Has Been, Since The Beginnings Of Highly Industrialized Society, Not Only A Precursor Of Barbarism But A Mask Of Good. The Worth Of The Latter Was Transferred To The Evil That Drew To Itself All The Hatred And Resentment Of An Order Which Drummed Good Into Its Adherents So That It Could With Impunity Be Evil.

The Power Of The Culture Industry's Ideology Is Such That Conformity Has Replaced Consciousness

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

It Is Proust's Courtesy To Spare The Reader The Embarrassment Of Believing Himself Cleverer Than The Author.