Alex Klein Quotes

Revolution is like the daughters of Pelias: it cuts humanity to pieces in order to rejuvenate it.

The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.

The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.

Murder begins where self-defense ends.

The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.

How many women does one need to sing the scale of love all the way up and down?

We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.

A good man with a good conscience doesn`t walk so fast.

The weapon of the Republic is terror, and virtue is its strength.

We are only puppets, our strings are being pulled by unknown forces.

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

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!

Government must be a transparent garment which tightly clings to the people`s body.

You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.

I`ll know how to die with courage; that is easier than living.

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.

There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.

Your words smell of corpses.

They say in the grave there is peace, and peace and the grave are one and the same.

The statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can all still burn our fingers.

We have not made the Revolution, the Revolution has made us.

The power of the people and the power of reason are one.

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 revolutionary government is the despotism of liberty against tyranny.

Death is the most blessed dream.

The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.

Dying people often become childish.

That is a long word: forever!

Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.

Love is a peculiar thing.

The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.