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The life of the wealthy is one long Sunday.
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Your words smell of corpses.
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Dying people often become childish.
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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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Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
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Death is the most blessed dream.
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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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The statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can all still burn our fingers.
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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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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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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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We are only puppets, our strings are being pulled by unknown forces.
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There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.
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Revolution is like Saturn, it devours its own children.
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Love is a peculiar thing.
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The power of the people and the power of reason are one.
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I'll know how to die with courage; that is easier than living.
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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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The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.