Georg Buchner Quotes
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They say in the grave there is peace, and peace and the grave are one and the same.
Georg Buchner
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Author Details:
Type:
Dramatist Quotes
Category:
German Dramatist Quotes
Date of Birth:
October 17, 1813
Date of Death:
February 19, 1837
Nationality:
German
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Select Georg Buchner Quotations:
The power of the people and the power of reason are one.
Georg Buchner
That is a long word: forever!
Georg Buchner
Love is a peculiar thing.
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
You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.
Georg Buchner
We have not made the Revolution, the Revolution has made us.
Georg Buchner
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Quote Keywords:

Grave,
Peace,
Same,
Say
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Dictionary Links:

Grave,
Peace,
Same,
Say
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All Georg Buchner Quotations:
A good man with a good...
Death is the most blessed dream.
Dying people often become childish.
Government must be a transparent garment...
How many women does one need...
I'll know how to die with...
Love is a peculiar thing.
Murder begins where self-defense ends.
One must love humanity in order...
Peace to the shacks! War on...
Raise your eyes and count the...
Revolution is like Saturn, it devours...
That is a long word: forever!
The breath of an aristocrat is...
The death clock is ticking slowly...
The life of the wealthy is...
The power of the people and...
The revolutionary government is the despotism of...
The stars are scattered all over...
The statue of Freedom has not...
The strides of humanity are slow...
The weapon of the Republic is...
The world is chaos. Nothingness is...
There are only Epicureans, either crude...
They say in the grave there...
We are always on stage, even...
We are only puppets, our strings...
We have not made the Revolution...
Whoever finishes a revolution only halfway...
You women could make someone fall...
Your words smell of corpses.
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