Karl Heinrich Marx

Karl Moth­er­fuckin’ Marx

The less you eat, drink and read books; the less you go to the the­atre, the dance hall, the pub­lic house; the less you think, love, the­o­rize, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you save-the greater becomes your trea­sure which nei­ther moths nor dust will devour-your cap­i­tal. The less you are, the more you have; the less you express your own life, the greater is your alien­ated life-the greater is the store of your estranged being.