In Reality, The Labourer Belongs

The Last Capitalist We Hang Shall Be The One Who Sold Us The Rope.

Ideas Do Not Exist Separately From Language.

It Has Drowned The Most Heavenly Ecstasies Of Religious Fervour, Of Chivalrous Enthusiasm, Of Philistine Sentimentalism, In The Icy Water Of Egotistical Calculation. It Has Resolved Personal Worth Into Exchange Value, And In Place Of Numberless Indefeasible Chartered Freedoms, It Has Set Up That Single, Unconscionable Freedom -- Free Trade. In One Word, For Exploitation, Veiled By Religious And Political Illusions, It Has Substituted Naked, Shameless, Direct, Brutal Exploitation.

The Communists Have No Need To Introduce Free Love; It Has Existed Almost From Time Immemorial.

Hence Money May Be Dirt, Although Dirt Is Not Money.