A Quote by Karl Marx

The last capitalist we hang shall be the one who sold us the rope. — © Karl Marx
The last capitalist we hang shall be the one who sold us the rope.
Karl Marx once said, 'The last capitalist we hang shall be the one who sold us the rope.' Marx was wrong. The last capitalist to be hanged shall be the one who donated the rope, and then lobbied for his own hanging.
On one level the sixties revolt was an impressive illustration of Lenin's remark that the capitalist will sell you the rope to hang him with.
I'm so fat and I'm so depressed; last night I tried to hang myself - but the rope broke.
We will hang the capitalists with the rope that they sell us.
When we hang the capitalists they will sell us the rope we use.
One of the most ironic things about capitalism is that the capitalist will sell you the rope to hang himself with. Actually they will give you the money to make a movie that makes them look bad, if they believe they can make money off it.
When it comes to hang the capitalists they will compete with each other to sell us the rope at a lower price.
Capitalists will sell us the rope we will hang them with.
The home stands in contrast to all other capitalist institutions as the last stronghold of pre-capitalist isolation.
Man is something that shall be overcome.... Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman -- a rope over an abyss... What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end.
We want a system in which the worker shall get what he produces and the capitalist shall produce what he gets.
None of us went to university, none of us went to college, none of us played in a different band before, none of us done anything. We were the last great band to come out of nowhere, on an indie label. We've sold 50 million records. That's still the benchmark. Until someone does what we've done, I'll always consider myself the last big songwriter
I'll fight anybody who grabs the rope to hang themselves.
When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it lie down for an aeon or two, Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall put us to work anew!
We must, indeed, all hang together or, most assuredly, we shall all hang separately.
We must hang together, gentlemen...else, we shall most assuredly hang separately.
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