The statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can all still burn our fingers.

Quote by Georg Buchner

Topics: Georg Buchner Quotes

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.

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

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

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.

Death is the most blessed dream.

Death is the most blessed dream.

Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!

Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!

That is a long word: forever!

That is a long word: forever!

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

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

Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.

Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.

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

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

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

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

Dying people often become childish.

Dying people often become childish.

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

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

The revolutionary government is the despotism of liberty against tyranny.

The revolutionary government is the despotism of liberty against tyranny.

Love is a peculiar thing.

Love is a peculiar thing.

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.

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...

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...