Concrete - pg. 33

But I've always had a sound instinct about what should be published and what should not, having always believed that publishing is senseless, if not an intellectual crime, or rather a capital offence against the intellect. We publish only to satisfy our craving for fame; there's no other motive except the even baser one of making money, which in my case, thank God, is ruled out by the circumstances of my birth. Had I published my essay on Schoenberg I shouldn't dare to be seen in the street any longer; the same would be true if I'd published my work on Nietzsche, although that was not a complete failure.