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The statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can all still burn our fingers.
Georg Buchner
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Georg Buchner
Age: 23 †
Born: 1813
Born: October 17
Died: 1837
Died: February 19
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Whoever finishes a revolution only halfway, digs his own grave.
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The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.
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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.
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The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.
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Revolution is like the daughters of Pelias: it cuts humanity to pieces in order to rejuvenate it.
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Only one thing abides: an infinite beauty that passes from form to form, eternally changed and revealed afresh.
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