Necessity is blind until it becomes conscious. Freedom is the consciousness of necessity. Capital is money, capital is commodities. By virtue of it being value, it has acquired the occult ability to add value to itself. It brings forth living offspring, or, at the least, lays golden eggs.
Experience praises the most happy the one who made the most people happy.
All our inventions have endowed material forces with intellectual life, and degraded human life into a material force. The only antidote to mental suffering is physical pain. The writer must earn money in order to be able to live and to write, but he must by no means live and write for the purpose of making money. The writer may very well serve a movement of history as its mouthpiece, but he cannot of course create it. A commodity appears at first sight an extremely obvious, trivial thing.