Only for the sake of the hopeless ones have we been given hope.

Never stop writing because you have run out of ideas.

The destructive character lives from the feeling, not that life is worth living, but that suicide is not worth the trouble.

True translation is transparent: it does not obscure the original, does not stand in its light, but rather allows pure language, as if strengthened by its own medium, to shine even more fully on the original.

In the convulsions of the commodity economy, we begin to recognize the monuments of the bourgeoisie as ruins even before they have crumbled.

Our image of happiness is indissolubly bound up with the image of the past.

Marx says that revolutions are the locomotives of world history. But the situation may be quite different. Perhaps revolutions are not the train ride, but the human race grabbing for the emergency brake.