Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

In bourgeois society capital is independent and has individuality, while the living person is dependent and has no individuality.

Accumulation of wealth at one pole is at the same time accumulation of misery, agony of toil, slavery, ignorance, brutality, mental degradation, at the opposite pole

Nostalgia, more than anything, gives us the shudder of our own imperfection. This is why with Chopin we feel so little like gods.

Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named not good.

Without a doubt there are women who would vote intelligently. There are also men who knit socks beautifully.