To be rich nowadays merely means to possess a large number of poor objects.

Who wants a world in which the guarantee that we shall not die of starvation entails the risk of dying of boredom?

There are more truths in twenty-four hours of a man's life than in all the philosophies.

The history of our times calls to mind those Walt Disney characters who rush madly over the edge of a cliff without seeing it, so that the power of their imagination keeps them suspended in mid-air; but as soon as they look down and see where they are, they fall.

As poverty has been reduced in terms of mere survival, it has become more profound in terms of our way of life.

The millions of human beings who were shot, tortured, starved, treated like animals and made the object of a conspiracy of ridicule, can sleep in peace in their communal graves, for at least the struggle in which they died has enabled their descendants, isolated in their air-conditioned apartments, to believe, on the strength of their daily dose of television, that they are happy and free. The Communards went down, fighting to the last, so that you too could qualify for a Caribbean cruise.

Work to survive, survive by consuming, survive to consume; the hellish cycle is complete.