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German
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October 17, 1813
German
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Poet
&
Playwright
October 17, 1813
We do not have too much pain in this life, we have too little... Because through pain we arrive at God. We are death, dust, ashes... how should we complain?
Georg Büchner
WoyzeckUs poor people. Yes, money, money. You see, Captain, if you have no money. Try raising someone like me in this world on morals alone. Man is also flesh and blood.
Georg Büchner
WoyzeckYes, Captain, virtue! That I haven't figured out yet. I'm just a poor guy. The likes of us are wretched in this world and the next. If we ever got to heaven, we'd have to help make the thunder.
Georg Büchner
Man is free Woyzeck. Man is the ultimate expression of the individual urge to freedom.
Georg Büchner
Man is an abyss and I turn giddy when I look down into it.
Georg Büchner
Creation has become so broad, there’s no emptiness. Everything swarms and seethes. The void has destroyed itself; creation is its wound, we are its drops of blood, the world is the grave in which it rots.
Georg Büchner
MARIEAs the day is long and the world is old, lots of people can stand on one spot, one after another.WOYZECKI saw him.MARIEYou can see all sorts of things if you've got two cyes and aren't blind, and the sun is shining.
Georg Büchner
Once upon a time there was a poor child with no father and no mother everything was deadand no one was left in the whole world.Everything was deadand it went and searched day and night And since nobody was left on the earth it wanted to go up to the heavens and the moon was looking at it so friendly and when it finally got to the moon the moon was a piece of rotten wood and then it went to the sun and when it got there the sun was a wilted sunflower and when it got to the stars they were little golden flies stuck up therelike the shrike sticks 'em on the blackthorn and when it wanted to go back down to earth the earth was an overturned piss pot! and was all alone.
Georg Büchner