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.
Not just in commerce but in the world of ideas too our age is putting on a veritable clearance sale. Everything can be had so dirt cheap that one begins to wonder whether in the end anyone will want to make a bid.
History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce.
Revolutions are the locomotives of history.
People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use.
If you are constantly making judgments based on superficial affiliations, your world gets to be pretty small.
Since boredom advances and boredom is the root of all evil, no wonder, then, that the world goes backwards, that evil spreads. This can be traced back to the very beginning of the world. The gods were bored; therefore they created human beings.
History does nothing; it does not possess immense riches, it does not fight battles. It is men, real, living, who do all this.
It is so hard to believe because it is so hard to obey.