DANTON No, Julie, I love you like the grave. JULIE (Turning away.) Oh! DANTON No, listen! They say in the grave there is peace, and grave and peace are one. If that's so, then in your lap I'm already lying under the earth. You sweet grave—your lips are funeral bells, your voice my death knell, your breasts my burial mound, and your heart my coffin.

— Georg Büchner by Georg Büchner (A Norton critical edition) (Page 24)