Death is the most blessed dream.
Quote by Georg Buchner
Georg Buchner Quotes
The weapon of the Republic is terror, and virtue is its strength.
You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.
Your words smell of corpses.
The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures...
A good man with a good conscience doesn't walk so fast.
The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.
Murder begins where self-defense ends.
The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.
Love is a peculiar thing.
We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.
Dying people often become childish.
There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.
We have not made the Revolution, the Revolution has made us.
The statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can...
I'll know how to die with courage; that is easier than living.
Raise your eyes and count the small gang of your oppressors who are only strong...
Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.
Whoever finishes a revolution only halfway, digs his own grave.
The revolutionary government is the despotism of liberty against tyranny.
The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.