We may be together for another six months—a year—there’s no knowing. At the end we’re certain to be apart. Do you realize how utterly alone we shall be?

Real power is achieved when the ruling class controls the material essentials of life, granting and withholding them from the masses as if they were privileges.

You will be hollow. We shall squeeze you empty, and then we shall fill you with ourselves.

If there really is such a thing as turning in one's grave, Shakespeare must get a lot of exercise.

it was only a hopeless fantasy, it passed like an april day, but a look and a word and the dreams they stirred they have stolen my heart away.

Each generation imagines itself to be more intelligent than the one that went before it, and wiser than the one that comes after it.

A plongeur is a slave, and a wasted slave, doing stupid and largely unnecessary work. He is kept at work, ultimately, because of a vague feeling that he would be dangerous if he had leisure. And educated people, who should be on his side, acquiesce in the process, because they know nothing about him and consequently are afraid of him.