Death is the most blessed dream.
Quote by Georg Buchner
Georg Buchner Quotes
There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.
Your words smell of corpses.
You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.
I'll know how to die with courage; that is easier than living.
The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures...
Dying people often become childish.
Love is a peculiar thing.
Raise your eyes and count the small gang of your oppressors who are only strong...
The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.
We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.
The weapon of the Republic is terror, and virtue is its strength.
We are only puppets, our strings are being pulled by unknown forces.
Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.
Murder begins where self-defense ends.
Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.
Government must be a transparent garment which tightly clings to the people's body.
The power of the people and the power of reason are one.
The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.
The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great...