There’s no dearth of kindness In the world of ours; Only in our blindness We gather thorns for flowers.
The secret of all victory lies in the organization of the non-obvious.
There is no proletarian, not even a Communist movement, that has not operated in the interests of money, and for the time being permitted by money – and that without the idealists among its leaders having the slightest suspicion of the fact.
Not by appointment do we meet delight Or joy; they heed not our expectancy; But round some corner of the streets of life they of a sudden greet us with a smile.
Socialism is nothing but the capitalism of the lower classes.
This is our purpose: to make as meaningful as possible this life that has been bestowed upon us; to live in such a way that we may be proud of ourselves; to act in such a way that some part of us lives on.