“Even the most perfect reproduction of a work of art is lacking in one element: its presence in time and space, its unique existence at the place where it happens to be.”  (220)

“[T]hat which withers in the age of mechanical reproduction is the aura of the work of art.” (221)

“Mankind, which in Homer’s time, was an object of contemplation for the Olympic gods, now is one for itself.  Its self-alienation has reached such a degree that it can experience its own destruction as an aesthetic pleasure of the first order.  This is the situation of politics which Fascism is rendering aesthetic.”  (242)