The nature of this melancholy becomes clearer, once one asks the question, with whom does the historical writer of historicism actually empathize. The answer is irrefutably with the victor. Those who currently rule are however the heirs of all those who have ever been victorious. Empathy with the victors thus comes to benefit the current rulers every time.
In the fields with which we are concerned knowledge exists only in lightning flashes the text is the thunder rolling long afterwards.
History breaks down in images not into stories.
Only a thoughtless observer can deny that correspondences come into play between the world of modern technology and the archaic symbol-world of mythology.
There is no document of civilization which is not at the same time a document of barbarism.
Mechanical reproduction emancipates the work of art from its parasitical dependence on ritual.
Reminiscences, even extensive ones, do not always amount to an autobiography. [...] For even if months and years appear here, it is in the form they have in the moment of recollection. This strange formit may be called fleeting or eternalis in neither case the stuff that life is made of.
Things are only mannequins and even the great world-historical events are only costumes beneath which they exchange glances with nothingness.
I would like to metamorphose into a mouse-mountain.
Of all the ways of acquiring books, writing them oneself is regarded as the most praiseworthy method. [...] Writers are really people who write books not because they are poor, but because they are dissatisfied with the books which they could buy but do not like.