Georg Buchner Quotes

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

Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.

Murder begins where self-defense ends.

Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!

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

Whoever finishes a revolution only halfway, digs his own grave.

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.

And for tired eyes every light is too bright, and for tired lips every breath too heavy, and for tired ears every word too much.

The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.

The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.

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

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

Germany is now a field of cadavers, soon she will be a paradise.

Death is the most blessed dream.

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

Man is an abyss, and I turn giddy when I look down into it.

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

There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.

Supreme power rests in the will of all or of the majority.

The revolutionary government is the despotism of liberty against tyranny

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

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

Dying people often become childish.

That is a long word: forever!

Love is a peculiar thing.

A good man with a good conscience doesn't walk so fast.

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

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

The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.

Revolution calls my name. I will soon dwell in nothingness, and my name will be in the Pantheon of history.

The state is therefore everyone; the rules within the state are laws which safeguard the welfare of all and which must originate from the welfare of all.

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

Do you know, Valerio, that even the least among all humans is so great that life is far too short to love him?

Revolution is like the daughters of Pelias: it cuts humanity to pieces in order to rejuvenate it.

The sin is in our thoughts.

Only one thing abides: an infinite beauty that passes from form to form, eternally changed and revealed afresh.

People like us are unhappy in this world and in the next, I guess if we made it to heaven, we'd have to help make it thunder.

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