“The meaning of peace is the absence of opposition to socialism.”

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.

The task is not just to understand the world but to change it.

Taxes are the source of life for the bureaucracy, the army and the court, in short, for the whole apparatus of the executive power. Strong government and heavy taxes are identical.

The foundation of irreligious criticism is: Man makes religion, religion does not make man.

To be radical is to go to the root of the matter. For man, however, the root is man himself.

People who make you laugh, who help you when you’re in need. People who genuinely care. They are the ones worth keeping in your life. Everyone else is just passing through.

Perseus wore a magic cap down over his eyes and ears as a make-believe that there are no monsters.

There is a specter haunting Europe, the specter of Communism.

Ignorance never yet helped anybody.

Nothing can have value without being an object of utility.

From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs.

Education is free. Freedoom of education shall be enjoyed under the condition fixed by law and under the supreme control of the state.

Revolutions are the locomotives of history.

Change the economic base and you will change human beings.

While formal schooling is an important advantage, it is not a guarantee of success nor is its absence a fatal handicap.

In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.

Absence was always your best side.

How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.

MY REGRETS ARE ABOUT THE PEOPLE I COULDN’T SAVE—Marines, soldiers, my buddies. I still feel their loss. I still ache for my failure to protect them.

The enemy of art is the absence of limitations.

I will minimize your place in my life till your absence is no longer an issue.

In absence of clearly defined goals, we become strangely loyal to performing daily acts of trivia.