To put it in a rather vulgar way$$$ I had been dreaming about love in the firm belief that I could not be loved$$$ but at the final stage I had substituted desire for love and felt a sort of relief. But in the end I had understood that desire itself demanded for its fulfillment that I should forget about the conditions of my existence$$$ and that I should abandon what for me constituted the only barrier to love$$$ namely the belief that I could not be loved.
It is the consumers who make poor people rich and rich people poor.
Romanticism is man's revolt against reason$$$ as well as against the condition under which nature has compelled him to live.
The issue is always the same: the government or the market. There is no third solution.
It is labor alone that is productive: it creates wealth and therewith lays the outward foundations for the inward flowering of man.
In a capitalist society one can hold on to ones fortune only if one perpetually acquires it anew by investing it wisely.
War prosperity is like the prosperity that an earthquake or a plague brings.
Every step which leads from capitalism toward planning is necessarily a step nearer to absolutism and dictatorship.
If history could teach us anything$$$ it would be that private property is inextricably linked with civilization.
I desire her and I hate her. I would like to take her in my arms and embrace her till she smothered$$$ till she was crushed and I could drink death from her gushing veins.