Only one thing abides: an infinite beauty that passes from form to form, eternally changed and revealed afresh.

Revolution calls my name. I will soon dwell in nothingness, and my name will be in the Pantheon of history.

And for tired eyes every light is too bright, and for tired lips every breath too heavy, and for tired ears every word too much.

Whoever finishes a revolution only halfway, digs his own grave.

The state is therefore everyone; the rules within the state are laws which safeguard the welfare of all and which must originate from the welfare of all.

Dying people often become childish.

Death is the most blessed dream.