|Born||Karl Georg BÃ¼chner
17 October 1813
Riedstadt, Grand Duchy of Hesse
|Died||19 February 1837
|Notable works||Danton’s Death; Leonce and Lena; Woyzeck|
|Relatives||Ludwig BÃ¼chner, Ernst BÃ¼chner|
The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.
There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.
They say in the grave there is peace, and peace and the grave are one and the same.
The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.
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.
How many women does one need to sing the scale of love all the way up and down?
Government must be a transparent garment which tightly clings to the people's body.
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.
The statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can all still burn our fingers.