The most powerful person is he who is able to do least himself and burden others most with the things for which he lends his name and pockets the credit.

Every work of art is an uncommitted crime.

People have so manipulated the concept of freedom that it finally boils down to the right of the stronger and richer to take from the weaker and poorer whatever they still have.

Once the last trace of emotion has been eradicated, nothing remains of thought but absolute tautology.

Love is the power to see similarity in the dissimilar.

There is no love that is not an echo.

Knowledge, which is power, knows no limits, either in its enslavement of creation or in its deference to worldly masters.

The power of the culture industry's ideology is such that conformity has replaced consciousness

For a man who no longer has a homeland, writing becomes a place to live.

True thoughts are those alone which do not understand themselves.

Freedom would be not to choose between black and white but to abjure such prescribed choices.

Home is— Where the heart wants to dwell, Where the mind wants to dance, Where the air is always pleasant, And where love is always abundant.

There is a fine line between fair criticism and jealous assault.

If I ever loved a man better than I love my art, I should marry him and leave the stage. But I have never met such a man.

My character has always been important to me. That was the one thing that I knew, no matter what, I had to hold that strong.

A crown! what is it? It is to bear the miseries of a people! To hear their murmurs, feel their discontents, And sink beneath a load of splendid care!

We must have the real thing before we can have a science of a thing.

Once I leave the studio I'm ready to do the next thing. There are records I made that I haven't heard.

Novel-writing is the only place where someone who would have liked to do anything can still do that vicariously.

Let it not be said that no one cared, that no one objected once it’s realized that our liberties and wealth are in jeopardy.

The world is like a grand staircase, some are going up and some are going down.