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

Quote by Georg Buchner

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Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.

Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.

That is a long word: forever!

That is a long word: forever!

The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.

The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.

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.

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

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

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...

Death is the most blessed dream.

Death is the most blessed dream.

Dying people often become childish.

Dying people often become childish.

Whoever finishes a revolution only halfway, digs his own grave.

Whoever finishes a revolution only halfway, digs his own grave.

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.

Murder begins where self-defense ends.

Murder begins where self-defense ends.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The power of the people and the power of reason are one.

The power of the people and the power of reason are one.

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.

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...

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...

Your words smell of corpses.

Your words smell of corpses.

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.