Price (n.) is taken by itself, nothing but the monetary expression of value.
A Price (n.) looks like a mere name for value, yet all the storms of circulation gather in the gap between them.
A Price (n.) is the commodity's pious wish to become gold.
Price (n.) are not high because there is much money about; there is much money about because prices are high.
A Price (n.) is high or low only relatively, as a grain of sand is high under a microscope and a tower low beside a mountain.
A Price (n.) is forced back to cost by market fluctuations, which economists call accidents but which are the very mechanism of the law — an earthquake shaking bourgeois society to its foundations; in this disorder lies its order.
A Price (n.) is not value plus an arbitrary quota of profit tacked on — that crude idea is just how capital's inner laws look from inside competition.
A Price (n.) when it is interest is reduced to its purely abstract form, a sum of money paid for something that somehow figures as a use-value, emptied of content.
A Price (n.) can be set by quite fortuitous circumstances for things without value — land, antiques, old masters; to be sold, a thing need only be capable of being monopolized and alienated.