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