Born in October 17, 1813 / Died in February 19, 1837 / Germany / German
A good man with a good conscience doesn't walk so fast.
Raise your eyes and count the small gang of your oppressors who are only strong through the blood they suck from you and through your arms which you lend them unwillingly.
The weapon of the Republic is terror, and virtue is its strength.
Whoever finishes a revolution only halfway, digs his own grave.
Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.
There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.
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.
Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
Dying people often become childish.
We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.
The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.
The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.
Government must be a transparent garment which tightly clings to the people's body.
They say in the grave there is peace, and peace and the grave are one and the same.
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.
You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.
The power of the people and the power of reason are one.
We have not made the Revolution, the Revolution has made us.
Death is the most blessed dream.
The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.
The statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can all still burn our fingers.
How many women does one need to sing the scale of love all the way up and down?
Love is a peculiar thing.
Murder begins where self-defense ends.
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