" But love- not of Feuerbachian man, not of Moleschott's metabolisms, not of the proletariat, but love of one's darling, namely you- makes a man into a man again. In fact there are many women in the world, and some of them are beautiful. But where can I find another face in which every trait, even every wrinkle, brings back the greatest and sweetest memories of my life? Even my infinite sorrows, my irreplaceable losses I can read on your sweet countenance and I kiss my sorrows away when I kiss your sweet face. 'Buried in your arms, awoken by your kisses'- that is, in your arms and by your kisses, and the Brahmins and Pythagoreans can keep their doctrine of reincarnation and Christianity its doctrine of resurrection."

* Karl Marx to his wife, 


-KARL MARX; Interviews and recollection, ed. David McLellan