Walter Benjamin

Counsel woven into the fabric of real life is wisdom.

All human knowledge takes the form of interpretation.

The only way of knowing a person is to love them without hope.

Boredom is the dream bird that hatches the egg of experience. A rustling in the leaves drives him away.

Memory is not an instrument for exploring the past but its theatre. It is the medium of past experience, as the ground is the medium in which dead cities lie interred.

Death is the sanction of everything the story-teller can tell. He has borrowed his authority from death.

The idea that happiness could have a share in beauty would be too much of a good thing.

It is precisely the purpose of the public opinion generated by the press to make the public incapable of judging, to insinuate into it the attitude of someone irresponsible, uninformed.

The art of storytelling is reaching its end because the epic side of truth, wisdom, is dying out.

The greater the decrease in the social significance of an art form, the sharper the distinction between criticism and enjoyment by the public. The conventional is uncritically enjoyed, and the truly new is criticized with aversion.