A spider conducts operations that resemble those of a weaver, and a bee puts to shame many an architect in the construction of her cells. But what distinguishes the worst of architects from the best of bees is this, that the architect raises his structure in imagination before he erects it in reality.

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.

Each piece of money is a mere coin, or means of circulation, only so long as it actually circulates.

Hence money may be dirt, although dirt is not money.

We see then, commodities are in love with money, but "the course of true love never did run smooth".

Under the ideal measure of values there lurks the hard cash.

Capital is money: Capital is commodities. For the movement, in the course of which it adds surplus-value, is its own movement, its expansion, therefore, is automatic expansion. Because it is value, it has acquired the occult quality of being able to add value to itself. It brings forth living offspring, or, at the least, lays golden eggs.

Money is a crystal formed of necessity in the course of the exchanges, whereby different products of labour are practically equated to one another and thus by practice converted into commodities.

The religious world is but the reflex of the real world.

The law of gravity thus asserts itself when a house falls about our ears.