Lafargue Paul Quotes & Sayings

O Laziness, mother of the arts and noble virtues, be thou the balm of human anguish. — Paul Lafargue

Don't tell me what I won't do Serena, because when it comes to you, I seem to be breaking all of my own rules — Beckie Stevenson

Work, work, proletarians, to increase social wealth and your individual poverty; work, work, in order that becoming poorer, you may have more reason to work and become miserable. Such is the inexorable law of capitalist production. — Paul Lafargue

I wish I could read what she's written there. Instead, I pretend the letters are stars. The words, constellations. — Isaac Marion

The philosophers of antiquity taught contempt for work, that degradation of the free man, the poets sang of idleness, that gift from the Gods. — Paul Lafargue

Whether you like me, or hate me, this is me. — Christina Aguilera

One must concede to others what one tolerates in oneself. — Muriel Barbery

I always consider the settlement of America with reverence and wonder, as the opening of a grand scene and design in providence, for the illumination of the ignorant and the emancipation of the slavish part of mankind all over the earth. — John Adams

It's the writer's job to stage confrontations, so the characters will say surprising and revealing things, and educate and entertain us all. — Kurt Vonnegut

Confronted with this double madness of the labourers killing themselves with over-production and vegetating in abstinence, the great problem of capitalist production is no longer to find producers and to multiply their powers but to discover consumers, to excite their appetites and create in them fictitious needs. — Paul Lafargue

The bourgeoisie, when it was struggling against the nobility sustained by the clergy, hoisted the flag of free thought and atheism; but once triumphant, it changed its tone and manner and today it uses religion to support its economic and political supremacy — Paul Lafargue

In proportion as the machine is improved and performs man's work with an ever increasing rapidity and exactness, the labourer, instead of prolonging his former rest times, redoubles his ardour, as if he wished to rival the machine. O, absurd and murderous competition! — Paul Lafargue

Cannot the labourers understand that by over-working themselves they exhaust their own strength and that of their progeny, that they are used up and long before their time come to be incapable of any work at all, that absorbed and brutalized by this single vice they are no longer men but pieces of men, that they kill within themselves all beautiful faculties, to leave nothing alive and flourishing except the furious madness for work. — Paul Lafargue

In proportion as the mass of citizens who possess political rights increases, and the number of elected ruler's increases, the actual power is concentrated and becomes the monopoly of a smaller and smaller group of individuals. — Paul Lafargue

In America the machine is invading all branches of farm production, from the making of butter to the weeding of wheat. Why, because the American, free and lazy, would prefer a thousand deaths to the bovine life of the French peasant. Plowing, so painful and so crippling to the laborer in our glorious France, is in the American West an agreeable open-air pastime, which he practices in a sitting posture, smoking his pipe nonchalantly. — Paul Lafargue

Our epoch has been called the century of work. It is in fact the century of pain, misery and corruption. — Paul Lafargue