On a level plain, simple mounds look like hills; and the insipid flatness of our present bourgeoisie is to be measured by the altitude of its great intellects.
In bourgeois society capital is independent and has individuality, while the living person is dependent and has no individuality.
History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce.
Revolutions are the locomotives of history.
History does nothing; it does not possess immense riches, it does not fight battles. It is men, real, living, who do all this.
The human being is in the most literal sense a political animal, not merely a gregarious animal, but an animal which can individuate itself only in the midst of society.
Reason has always existed, but not always in a reasonable form.
The first requisite for the happiness of the people is the abolition of religion.
Landlords, like all other men, love to reap where they never sowed.
Anyone who knows anything of history knows that great social changes are impossible without feminine upheaval. Social progress can be measured exactly by the social position of the fair sex, the ugly ones included.