Hope Is Not A Feeling. It Is

The Previous Regime ... Reduced Man To A Means Of Production And Nature To A Tool Of Production. Thus It Attacked Both Their Very Essence And Their Mutual Relationship. It Reduced Gifted And Autonomous People To Nuts And Bolts In Some Monstrously Huge, Noisy, And Stinking Machine.

Ultimately, Power Only Really Listens To Power, And If Government Is To Be Improved, We Must Be Able To Threaten Its Existence, Not Merely Its Reputation.

There Is Only One Art, Whose Sole Criterion Is The Power, The Authenticity, The Revelatory Insight, The Courage And Suggestiveness With Which It Seeks Its Truth. ... Thus, From The Standpoint Of The Work And Its Worth It Is Irrelevant To Which Political Ideas The Artist As A Citizen Claims Allegiance, Which Ideas He Would Like To Serve With His Work Or Whether He Holds Any Such Ideas At All.

The Salvation Of This Human World Lies Nowhere Else Than In The Human Heart, In The Human Power To Reflect, In Human Meekness And Human Responsibility.

Let Us Admit That Most Of Us Writers Feel An Essential Aversion To Politics. By Taking Such A Position, However, We Accept The Perverted Principle Of Specialization, According To Which Some Are Paid To Write About The Horrors Of The World And Human Responsibility And Others To Deal With Those Horrors And Bear The Human Responsibility For Them.