Zitat des Tages von Georg Buchner:
The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.
That is a long word: forever!
The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.
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 through the blood they suck from you and through your arms which you lend them unwillingly.
Government must be a transparent garment which tightly clings to the people's body.
Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
The statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can all still burn our fingers.
The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.
We are only puppets, our strings are being pulled by unknown forces.
Death is the most blessed dream.
How many women does one need to sing the scale of love all the way up and down?
Dying people often become childish.
The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.
Your words smell of corpses.
There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.
A good man with a good conscience doesn't walk so fast.
The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.
The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.
I'll know how to die with courage; that is easier than living.
You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.
The revolutionary government is the despotism of liberty against tyranny.
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.
The power of the people and the power of reason are one.
Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.
We have not made the Revolution, the Revolution has made us.
The weapon of the Republic is terror, and virtue is its strength.