Private Property Has Made Us So Stupid

A People Without A Heritage Are Easily Persuaded.

Language Comes Into Being, Like Consciousness, From The Basic Need, From The Scantiest Intercourse With Other Human.

All I Know Is I'm Not A Marxist.

All Freed, Fast-frozen Relations, With Their Train Of Ancient And Venerable Prejudices And Opinions, Are Swept Away, All New-formed Ones Become Antiquated Before They Can Ossify. All That Is Solid Melts Into Air, All That Is Holy Is Profaned, And Man Is At Last Compelled To Face With Sober Senses, His Real Conditions Of Life, And His Relations With His Kind.

The Most Violent, Mean And Malignant Passions Of The Human Breast, The Furies Of Private Interest.