The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a… — Georg Buchner Copy Share Image
“MARIE [Alone, after apause.] Whata bitch I am. I could stab myself. - Oh, what a world! Everything goes to hell anyhow, man and… — Georg Büchner Copy Share Image
Raise your eyes and count the small gang of your oppressors who are only strong through the blood they suck from you and through… — Georg Buchner Copy Share Image
Revolution calls my name. I will soon dwell in nothingness, and my name will be in the Pantheon of history. — Georg Buchner Copy Share Image
“That's the water calling. It's a long time since anyone was drowned.” — Georg Büchner Copy Share Image
One must love humanity in order to reach out into the unique essence of each individual: no one can be too low or too… — Georg Buchner Copy Share Image
