One must love humanity in order to reach out into the unique essence of each individual: no one can be too low or too ugly.

Quote by Georg Buchner

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Your words smell of corpses.

Your words smell of corpses.

Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!

Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!

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.

The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.

The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.

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

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

The revolutionary government is the despotism of liberty against tyranny.

The revolutionary government is the despotism of liberty against tyranny.

That is a long word: forever!

That is a long word: forever!

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...

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

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

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.

Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.

Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.

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 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.

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...

Murder begins where self-defense ends.

Murder begins where self-defense ends.

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

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

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

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

Death is the most blessed dream.

Death is the most blessed dream.

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

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