The Full Man Does Not Understand The

The Working Men Have No Country. We Cannot Take Away From Them What They Have Not Got

If The Labourer Consumes His Disposable Time For Himself, He Robs The Capitalist.

Art Is Always And Everywhere The Secret Confession, And At The Same Time The Immortal Movement Of Its Time.

Merely Quantitative Differences, Beyond A Certain Point, Pass Into Qualitative Changes.

Force Is The Midwife Of Every Old Society Pregnant With A New One.