The first duty of an historian is to be on guard against his own sympathies.
The writer may very well serve a movement of history as its mouthpiece, but he cannot of course create it.
If anything is certain, it is that I myself am not a Marxist.
From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs.
The more the division of labor and the application of machinery extend, the more does competition extend among the workers, the more do their wages shrink together.
Who would not rather trust and be deceived?
Democracy is the road to socialism.
Art is always and everywhere the secret confession, and at the same time the immortal movement of its time.
The product of mental labor – science – always stands far below its value, because the labor-time necessary to reproduce it has no relation at all to the labor-time required for its original production.
Capital is dead labor, which, vampire-like, lives only by sucking living labor, and lives the more, the more labor it sucks.