Kapitalismus Quotes & Sayings

I think there's something wrong with me - I like to win in everything I do, regardless of what it is. You want to race down the street, I want to beat you. If we're playing checkers, I want to win. You beat me, it's going to bother me. I just enjoy competition. — Derek Jeter

You cook?" Alfred asked Martini, clearly shocked.
"I can dress myself, too. And sometimes I can handle all Field Operations for the entire Centaurion Division. Amazing, isn't it? — Gini Koch

In Germany anti-Uber feeling has nurtured a broader criticism of "Plattform-Kapitalismus"; its perceived readiness to reduce all aspects of people's lives, from spare rooms to spare time, to assets to be auctioned off is seen as deeply dehumanising. — Anonymous

This crowd did not diminish through the whole of that cold, wet day; they seemed not to know what was to by their fate since their great benefactor was dead, and though strong and brave men wept when I met them. — Gideon Welles

The employers who do best are employers who reject these false choices. It's not a zero-sum world where you either take care of your workers or you take care of your shareholders. You can do good and do well, too. — Thomas Perez

What does it mean to be true to the faith? That word true implies commitment, integrity, endurance, and courage. — Dallin H. Oaks

I know of no religion or sect that has done or is doing without a house of God, variously described as a temple, a mosque, a church, a synagogue or agiary. — Mahatma Gandhi

HOW TO MAKE A REVOLUTIONARY CONSCIOUSNESS IS: educate yourself. On the train, for example, read the same two pages of Das Kapital over and over, willing them to make sense. — Garth Risk Hallberg

Okay," I said. "Let's do something really goddamn stupid. — Warren Ellis

My name was in the wind, and the wind was high above the snowbound city. There was no difference between the sound of my name and the sound of the wind. I was in the wind and the wind was in me, and beneath us were the crystalline haloes of golden light wrapped about the streetlamps, and the muffled plops of snow falling from eaves, and the dry rattles of the dead leaves clinging to the indifferent boughs. — Rick Yancey

The end of exile is the end of being. — Angela Carter