“The ruling ideas of each age have ever been the ideas of its ruling class.”

Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people.

Capital is dead labour, which, vampire like, lives only by sucking living labour, and lives the more, the more labour it sucks.

Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people.

Capital is dead labour, which, vampire like, lives only by sucking living labour, and lives the more, the more labour it sucks.

The history of all previous societies has been the history of class struggles.

Communism is already acknowledged by all European powers to be in itself a power.

Democracy is the road to socialism.

Communism begins where atheism begins.

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.

Political power, properly so called, is merely the organised power of one class for oppressing another.

Necessity is blind until it becomes conscious. Freedom is the consciousness of necessity.

Merely quantitative differences, beyond a certain point, pass into qualitative changes.

In reality, the laborer belongs to capital before he has sold himself to capital.

A commodity appears at first sight an extremely obvious, trivial thing. But its analysis brings out that it is a very strange thing, abounding in metaphysical subtleties and theological niceties.

The demand to give up the illusions about its condition is the demand to give up a condition that needs illusions.

Society as a whole is more and more splitting up into two great hostile camps.

I was very depressed after breaking off my engagement with Johnny ten years ago. I was embarrassingly dramatic at the time, but you have to remember I was only 19 years old.

Penicillin sat on a shelf for ten years while I was called a quack.

I’m very proud of my well-earned wrinkles, so show ’em.

There will never be another Michael Jackson, a huge pop star since (the age of) 7.

My love for you is immeasurable, my respect for you immense. You’re ageless, timeless, lace and fineness, you’re beauty and elegance.

It was not by accident that the greatest thinkers of all ages were deeply religious souls.

And I’m afraid, in this day and age, trust, which I count so, you know, I love loyalty. I love trust.

I was five years old the first time I got drunk.