That is a long word: forever!
Quote by Georg Buchner
Georg Buchner Quotes
There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.
We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.
Raise your eyes and count the small gang of your oppressors who are only strong...
Death is the most blessed dream.
I'll know how to die with courage; that is easier than living.
Whoever finishes a revolution only halfway, digs his own grave.
The weapon of the Republic is terror, and virtue is its strength.
They say in the grave there is peace, and peace and the grave are one...
Love is a peculiar thing.
The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great...
You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.
The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.
The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.
One must love humanity in order to reach out into the unique essence of each...
Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
We are only puppets, our strings are being pulled by unknown forces.
A good man with a good conscience doesn't walk so fast.
How many women does one need to sing the scale of love all the way...
The revolutionary government is the despotism of liberty against tyranny.
Your words smell of corpses.