How many women does one need to sing the scale of love all the way up and down?
The power of the people and the power of reason are one.
Your words smell of corpses.
You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.
We have not made the Revolution, the Revolution has made us.
We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.
They say in the grave there is peace, and peace and the grave are one and the same.
The statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can all still burn our fingers.
The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.
The revolutionary government is the despotism of liberty against tyranny.
The weapon of the Republic is terror, and virtue is its strength.
The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.
The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.
There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.
Whoever finishes a revolution only halfway, digs his own grave.