The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.
Quote by Georg Buchner
Georg Buchner Quotes
We have not made the Revolution, the Revolution has made us.
Raise your eyes and count the small gang of your oppressors who are only strong...
The revolutionary government is the despotism of liberty against tyranny.
Death is the most blessed dream.
How many women does one need to sing the scale of love all the way...
Murder begins where self-defense ends.
They say in the grave there is peace, and peace and the grave are one...
There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.
Love is a peculiar thing.
We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.
Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.
The power of the people and the power of reason are one.
Your words smell of corpses.
Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.
You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.
The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great...
We are only puppets, our strings are being pulled by unknown forces.
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...