The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.
Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
Revolution calls my name. I will soon dwell in nothingness, and my name will be in the Pantheon of history.
Germany is now a field of cadavers, soon she will be a paradise.
We have not made the Revolution, the Revolution has made us.
I'll know how to die with courage; that is easier than living.