The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom. Georg Buchner aristocratbreathdeath Change image and share on social
There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined. Georg Buchner christcrudeepicurean Change image and share on social
Whoever finishes a revolution only halfway, digs his own grave. Georg Buchner digfinishgrave Change image and share on social
I'll know how to die with courage; that is easier than living. Georg Buchner couragedieeasy Change image and share on social
They say in the grave there is peace, and peace and the grave are one and the same. Georg Buchner gravepeace Change image and share on social
Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children. Georg Buchner childdevourrevolution Change image and share on social
The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled. Georg Buchner eyegreatpain Change image and share on social
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. Georg Buchner armbloodcount Change image and share on social
