Dying people often become childish.

Quote by Georg Buchner

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One must love humanity in order to reach out into the unique essence of each...

One must love humanity in order to reach out into the unique essence of each...

The weapon of the Republic is terror, and virtue is its strength.

The weapon of the Republic is terror, and virtue is its strength.

Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!

Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!

Murder begins where self-defense ends.

Murder begins where self-defense ends.

Your words smell of corpses.

Your words smell of corpses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

That is a long word: forever!

That is a long word: forever!

There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.

There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.

Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.

Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.

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...

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 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.

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...

The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures...

The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures...

Love is a peculiar thing.

Love is a peculiar thing.

Death is the most blessed dream.

Death is the most blessed dream.