Quote by Karl Marx
On a level plain, simple mounds look like hills and the insipid fl

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. – Karl Marx

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Society does not consist of individuals but expresses the sum of interrelations, the relations within which these individuals stand. – Karl Marx

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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. – Karl Marx

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The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom… in a clarification of life – not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion. – Robert Frost

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To me, acting is the most logical way for peoples neuroses to manifest themselves, in this great need we all have to express ourselves. – James Dean

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