“Let the ruling classes tremble at a Communistic revolution. The proletarians have nothing to lose but their chains. They have a world to win. Workingmen of all countries unite!”

The criticism of religion is, therefore, in embryo, the criticism of that vale of tears of which religion is the halo.

Communism is the riddle of history solved, and it knows itself to be this solution.

Last words are for fools who haven’t said enough.

Money is the alienated essence of man’s labor and life; and this alien essence dominates him as he worships it.

It is not the consciousness of men that determines their being, but, on the contrary, their social being that determines their consciousness.

I am nothing but I must be everything.

The less you are, the more you have; the less you express your own life, the greater is your alienated life – the greater is the store of your estranged being.

The theory of Communists may be summed up in the single sentence: Abolition of private property.

The tradition of all dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the brains of the living.

In history as in nature, decay is the laboratory of life.

Christ represents originally: 1) men before God; 2) God for men; 3) men to man.

This young lady, who instantly overwhelmed me with her kindness, is the ugliest creature I have seen in my entire life, with repulsive Jewish facial features.

Religious suffering is, at one and the same time, the expression of real suffering and a protest against real suffering.

Religion is the opium of the masses.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

The oppressed are allowed once every few years to decide which particular representatives of the oppressing class are to represent and repress them.

There is magic in knocking down your most important domino day after day. All you have to do is avoid breaking the chain, one day at a time, until you generate a powerful new habit in your life.

Together linkt with adamantine chains.

Hereafter we all have to be redeemed. The world is pulling with a thousand strings. We sin because of indifference and negligence and heap new guilt on the old original one. Our life is a chain of sin and expiation controlled by a destiny that can not be understood.

Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.

One can learn to break the chains they’re bound by.

I miss you dearly, as always. Regardless of when seasons change. My mind never truly feed. Memories of us both, keeping me chained.

I’m a man, not a puppet so I dance recklessly like a dog free of the chain.

A person whose mind is not free though he may not be in chains, is a slave, not a free man.