Karl Marx was a German philosopher, economist, sociologist, journalist, and revolutionary socialist. Born in Trier to a middle-class family, he later studied political economy and Hegelian philosophy. Marx has been described as one of the most influential figures in human history, and his work has been both lauded and criticised. His work in economics laid the basis for much of the current understanding of labour and its relation to capital, and subsequent economic thought. Many intellectuals, labour unions, artists and political parties worldwide have been influenced by Marx’s work, with many modifying or adapting his ideas. Marx is typically cited as one of the principal architects of modern sociology and social science.
Social Progress Can Be Measured By The Social Position Of The Female Sex.
From Each According To His Abilities, To Each According To His Needs.
The Rich Will Do Anything For The Poor But Get Off Their Backs.
Capital Is Reckless Of The Health Or Length Of Life Of The Laborer, Unless Under Compulsion From Society.
Democracy Is The Road To Socialism.
The Production Of Too Many Useful Things Results In Too Many Useless People.
If Anything Is Certain, It Is That I Myself Am Not A Marxist.
Landlords, Like All Other Men, Love To Reap Where They Never Sowed.
Capital Is Dead Labor, Which, Vampire-like, Lives Only By Sucking Living Labor, And Lives The More, The More Labor It Sucks.
Machines Were, It May Be Said, The Weapon Employed By The Capitalists To Quell The Revolt Of Specialized Labor.
Experience Praises The Most Happy The One Who Made The Most People Happy.
Workers Of The World Unite; You Have Nothing To Lose But Your Chains.
It Is Absolutely Impossible To Transcend The Laws Of Nature. What Can Change In Historically Different Circumstances Is Only The Form In Which These Laws Expose Themselves.
Society Does Not Consist Of Individuals But Expresses The Sum Of Interrelations, The Relations Within Which These Individuals Stand.
Necessity Is Blind Until It Becomes Conscious. Freedom Is The Consciousness Of Necessity.
The Meaning Of Peace Is The Absence Of Opposition To Socialism.
Capital Is Money, Capital Is Commodities. By Virtue Of It Being Value, It Has Acquired The Occult Ability To Add Value To Itself. It Brings Forth Living Offspring, Or, At The Least, Lays Golden Eggs.
For The Bureaucrat, The World Is A Mere Object To Be Manipulated By Him.
Reason Has Always Existed, But Not Always In A Reasonable Form.
The Ideas Of The Ruling Class Are In Every Epoch The Ruling Ideas, I.e., The Class Which Is The Ruling Material Force Of Society, Is At The Same Time Its Ruling Intellectual Force.
While The Miser Is Merely A Capitalist Gone Mad, The Capitalist Is A Rational Miser.
History Repeats Itself, First As Tragedy, Second As Farce.
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.
The Worker Of The World Has Nothing To Lose, But Their Chains, Workers Of The World Unite.
We Should Not Say That One Man's Hour Is Worth Another Man's Hour, But Rather That One Man During An Hour Is Worth Just As Much As Another Man During An Hour. Time Is Everything, Man Is Nothing: He Is At The Most Time's Carcass.
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.
The Only Antidote To Mental Suffering Is Physical Pain.
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.
Medicine Heals Doubts As Well As Diseases.
The Development Of Civilization And Industry In General Has Always Shown Itself So Active In The Destruction Of Forests That Everything That Has Been Done For Their Conservation And Production Is Completely Insignificant In Comparison.
The First Requisite For The Happiness Of The People Is The Abolition Of Religion.
There Is A Specter Haunting Europe, The Specter Of Communism.
The Ruling Ideas Of Each Age Have Ever Been The Ideas Of Its Ruling Class.
Let The Ruling Classes Tremble At A Communist Revolution. The Proletarians Have Nothing To Lose But Their Chains. They Have A World To Win. Workingmen Of All Countries, Unite!
The Writer Must Earn Money In Order To Be Able To Live And To Write, But He Must By No Means Live And Write For The Purpose Of Making Money.
The History Of All Previous Societies Has Been The History Of Class Struggles.
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.
It Is Not History Which Uses Men As A Means Of Achieving - As If It Were An Individual Person - Its Own Ends. History Is Nothing But The Activity Of Men In Pursuit Of Their Ends.
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.
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.
The Country That Is More Developed Industrially Only Shows, To The Less Developed, The Image Of Its Own Future.
A Commodity Appears At First Sight An Extremely Obvious, Trivial Thing. But Its Analysis Brings Out That It Is A Very Strange Thing, Abounding In Metaphysical Subtleties And Theological Niceties.
Religion Is The Impotence Of The Human Mind To Deal With Occurrences It Cannot Understand.
Capitalist Production, Therefore, Develops Technology, And The Combining Together Of Various Processes Into A Social Whole, Only By Sapping The Original Sources Of All Wealth - The Soil And The Labourer.
In A Higher Phase Of Communist Society... Only Then Can The Narrow Horizon Of Bourgeois Right Be Fully Left Behind And Society Inscribe On Its Banners: From Each According To His Ability, To Each According To His Needs.
Men's Ideas Are The Most Direct Emanations Of Their Material State.
Nothing Can Have Value Without Being An Object Of Utility.
Greek Philosophy Seems To Have Met With Something With Which A Good Tragedy Is Not Supposed To Meet, Namely, A Dull Ending.
Art Is Always And Everywhere The Secret Confession, And At The Same Time The Immortal Movement Of Its Time.
History Does Nothing; It Does Not Possess Immense Riches, It Does Not Fight Battles. It Is Men, Real, Living, Who Do All This.