All Science Would Be Superfluous If The

Religion Is The Sigh Of The Oppressed Creature, The Heart Of A Heartless World, And The Soul Of Soulless Conditions. It Is The Opium Of The People.

From Each According To His Abilities, To Each According To His Needs.

The Consciousness Of The Past Weighs Like A Nightmare On The Brain Of The Living.

If Anything Is Certain, It Is That I Myself Am Not A Marxist.

Wherever The Want Of Clothing Forced Them To It, The Human Race Made Clothes For Thousands Of Years, Without A Single Man Becoming A Tailor.