Writing Poetry After Auschwitz Is Barbaric.

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

The Culture Industry Not So Much Adapts To The Reactions Of Its Customers As It Counterfeits Them.

There Is No True Life Within A False Life.

All The World's Not A Stage.

An Emancipated Society, On The Other Hand, Would Not Be A Unitary State, But The Realization Of Universality In The Reconciliation Of Differences.