We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.
From Georg Buchner
There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.
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.
They say in the grave there is peace, and peace and the grave are one and the same.
How many women does one need to sing the scale of love all the way up and down?
Love is a peculiar thing.
Your words smell of corpses.
The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.
Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
We have not made the Revolution, the Revolution has made us.
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