Georg Buchner

The weapon of the Republic is terror, and virtue is its strength.

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

The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.

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

We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.

You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.

Love is a peculiar thing.

How many women does one need to sing the scale of love all the way up and down?

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 life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.

The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.

I'll know how to die with courage; that is easier than living.