Religion is the opiate of the people.
Socialists do not merely want a welfare state, they absolutely must have one. They must have a grovelling dependent class from which to obtain their daily opiate: an hallucinogenic euphoria which comes from the delusion of being superior to and more altruistic than all others. They must have 'the poor, huddled masses' in much the same manner as vampires must have the blood of their victims.
Communism is the opiate of the intellectuals - With no cure except as a guillotine might be called a cure for dandruff.
The insanity of consumption bothers me. Talk about the opiate of the masses. It ain't religion anymore. It's stuff.
Marx called religion an opiate, and all too often it is. But philosophy is an anaesthetic, a shot to keep the wonder away.
In 1844, Karl Marx said, "Religion is the opiate of the masses. " He said this at a time when opium and opium derivatives were the only painkillers. And he said it helped a little. He might as well have said, "Religion is the aspirin of the people. "
The status quo is a very powerful opiate and when you have a system that seems to be working and producing profits by the conventional way of accounting for profits. It's very hard to make yourself change. But we all know that change is an inevitable part of business. Once you have ridden a wave just so far, you have to get another wave. We all know that. For us, becoming restorative has been that new wave and we have been riding it for 13 years now. It's been incredibly good for business.
Heterosexuality is the opiate of the masses
Might. Is there any opiate more powerful than that word?
Marx was wrong--religion is not the opiate of the masses, baseball is.
You know how they say that religion is the opiate of the masses? Well I took masses of opiates religiously.
Parenthood is the opiate of the masses.
Gossip is the opiate of the oppressed.
It is the around-the-corner brand of hope that prompts people to action, while the distant hope acts as an opiate.
Communism is the opiate of the intellectuals.
Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.
. . . fantasy is not practice for what is real—fantasy is the opiate of women.
Tobacco is the opiate of the gentleman, the religion of the rich.
Sometimes we are clarified and calmed healthily, as we never were before in our lives, not by an opiate, but by some unconscious obedience to the all-just laws, so that we become like a still lake of purest crystal and without an effort our depths are revealed to ourselves. . . .
Communism is the opiate of the people.
