Whoever finishes a revolution only halfway, digs his own grave.
Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.
The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.
The revolutionary government is the despotism of liberty against tyranny
People like us are unhappy in this world and in the next, I guess if we made it to heaven, we'd have to help make it thunder.