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There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.
– Georg Buchner
The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.
Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
The revolutionary government is the despotism of liberty against tyranny.
Your words smell of corpses.
We have not made the Revolution, the Revolution has made us.
A good man with a good conscience doesn’t walk so fast.
We are only puppets, our strings are being pulled by unknown forces.
One must love humanity in order to reach out into the unique essence of each individual: no one can be too low or too ugly.
We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.
Death is the most blessed dream.
The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.
The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.
Whoever finishes a revolution only halfway, digs his own grave.
They say in the grave there is peace, and peace and the grave are one and the same.
Dying people often become childish.
Government must be a transparent garment which tightly clings to the people’s body.
How many women does one need to sing the scale of love all the way up and down?
Raise your eyes and count the small gang of your oppressors who are only strong through the blood they suck from you and through your arms which you lend them unwillingly.
Love is a peculiar thing.
The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.
That is a long word: forever!
The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.
The weapon of the Republic is terror, and virtue is its strength.
I’ll know how to die with courage; that is easier than living.
Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.