Revolution calls my name. I will soon dwell in nothingness, and my name will be in the Pantheon of history.
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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 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 statue of Freedom has not been cast yet, the furnace is hot, we can all still burn our fingers.
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The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.
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We are always on stage, even when we are stabbed in earnest at the end.
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Death is the most blessed dream.
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Your words smell of corpses.
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The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.
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You will have an affordable death.
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Now you know Danton: in a few hours he will fall asleep in the arms of glory.
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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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Supreme power rests in the will of all or of the majority.
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Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
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I'll know how to die with courage; that is easier than living.
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Freedom and whores are the most cosmopolitan items under the sun.
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Do you know, Valerio, that even the least among all humans is so great that life is far too short to love him?
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The power of the people and the power of reason are one.
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Dying people often become childish.
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