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Your words smell of corpses.
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The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.
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The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.
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The revolutionary government is the despotism of liberty against tyranny.
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A good man with a good conscience doesn't walk so fast.
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Dying people often become childish.
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The statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can all still burn our fingers.
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The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.
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They say in the grave there is peace, and peace and the grave are one and the same.
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Government must be a transparent garment which tightly clings to the people's body.
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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.
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Death is the most blessed dream.
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The weapon of the Republic is terror, and virtue is its strength.
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That is a long word: forever!
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We are only puppets, our strings are being pulled by unknown forces.
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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.
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Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
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There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.
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Love is a peculiar thing.
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Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.
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The power of the people and the power of reason are one.
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The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.
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I'll know how to die with courage; that is easier than living.
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We have not made the Revolution, the Revolution has made us.