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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.
Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.
The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.
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.
Germany is now a field of cadavers, soon she will be a paradise.
Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.
Murder begins where self-defense ends.
The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.
You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.
Whoever finishes a revolution only halfway, digs his own grave.
Dying people often become childish.
Love is a peculiar thing.
Your words smell of corpses.
The power of the people and the power of reason are one.
There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.
The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world
WoyzeckYes, Captain, virtue! That I haven't figured out yet. I'm just a poor guy. The likes of us are wretched in this world and the next. If we ever got to heaven, we'd have to help make the thunder.
WoyzeckUs poor people. Yes, money, money. You see, Captain, if you have no money. Try raising someone like me in this world on morals alone. Man is also flesh and blood.
We are only puppets, our strings are being pulled by unknown forces.
The weapon of the Republic is terror, and virtue is its strength
The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.
A good man with a good conscience doesn't walk so fast.
The revolutionary government is the despotism of liberty against tyranny
Government must be a transparent garment which tightly clings to the people's body.
The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.
The statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can all still burn our fingers.
The revolutionary government is the despotism of liberty against tyranny.
That is a long word: forever!
Die Staatsform muss ein durchsichtiges Gewand sein, das sich dicht an den Leib des Volkes schmiegt.
How many women does one need to sing the scale of love all the way up and down?
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.
Death is the most blessed dream.
Freedom and whores are the most cosmopolitan items under the sun.
I'll know how to die with courage; that is easier than living.
Man is an abyss, and I turn giddy when I look down into it.
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, wed have to help make it thunder.
Revolution calls my name. I will soon dwell in nothingness, and my name will be in the Pantheon of history.
Revolution is like the daughters of Pelias: it cuts humanity to pieces in order to rejuvenate it.
Supreme power rests in the will of all or of the majority.
The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom
The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday
The revolution must end and the republic must begin. In our constitution, right must take the place of duty, welfare that of virtue, and self-defense that of punishment. Everyone must be able to prevail and to live according to one's own nature.
The sin is in our thoughts.
The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled
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.
The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.
We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end
We have not made the Revolution, the Revolution has made us.
Do you know, Valerio, that even the least among all humans is so great that life is far too short to love him?

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