The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.
The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.
Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.
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.
Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
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.
Murder begins where self-defense ends.
The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.
Government must be a transparent garment which tightly clings to the people's body.
Dying people often become childish.
Death is the most blessed dream.
A good man with a good conscience doesn't walk so fast.
Love is a peculiar thing.
I'll know how to die with courage; that is easier than living.
We are only puppets, our strings are being pulled by unknown forces.