Georg Buchner

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. ”

Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces! ”

They say in the grave there is peace, and peace and the grave are one and the same. ”

Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children. ”

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

Death is the most blessed dream. ”