The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.

Quote by Georg Buchner

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A good man with a good conscience doesn't walk so fast.

A good man with a good conscience doesn't walk so fast.

The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.

The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.

Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.

Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.

You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.

You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.

The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.

The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.

Government must be a transparent garment which tightly clings to the people's body.

Government must be a transparent garment which tightly clings to the people's body.

The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.

The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.

We are only puppets, our strings are being pulled by unknown forces.

We are only puppets, our strings are being pulled by unknown forces.

The statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can...

The statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can...

We have not made the Revolution, the Revolution has made us.

We have not made the Revolution, the Revolution has made us.

I'll know how to die with courage; that is easier than living.

I'll know how to die with courage; that is easier than living.

Love is a peculiar thing.

Love is a peculiar thing.

We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.

We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.

The revolutionary government is the despotism of liberty against tyranny.

The revolutionary government is the despotism of liberty against tyranny.

How many women does one need to sing the scale of love all the way...

How many women does one need to sing the scale of love all the way...

Death is the most blessed dream.

Death is the most blessed dream.

Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!

Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!

Raise your eyes and count the small gang of your oppressors who are only strong...

Raise your eyes and count the small gang of your oppressors who are only strong...

They say in the grave there is peace, and peace and the grave are one...

They say in the grave there is peace, and peace and the grave are one...

The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great...

The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great...