I don’t trust him. We’re friends.
BERTOLT BRECHTYoung Alexander conquered India. He alone? Caesar beat the Gauls. Was there not even a cook in his army? Philip of Spain wept as his fleet was sunk and destroyed. Were there no other tears? Frederick the Great triumphed in the Seven Years War. Who Triumphed with him?
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When the praying does no good, insurance does help.
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Some party hack decreed that the people had lost the government’s confidence and could only regain it with redoubled effort. If that is the case, would it not be simpler, If the government simply dissolved the people And elected another?
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A good soldier has his heart and soul in it. When he receives an order, he gets a hard on, and when he drives his lance through his enemy’s guts, he comes.
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Oh! Moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We’ve lost our good old mama And must have whiskey Oh, you know why!
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Here today we huddle tight As the darkest heathens might The snow falls chilly on our skin The snow is forcing its way in. Hush, snow, come in with us to dwell: We were thrown out by Heaven as well.
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There are a few things that’ll move people to pity, a few, but the trouble is, when they’ve been used several times, they no longer work.
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The shrill voices of those who give orders Are full of fear like the squeakings of Piglets awaiting the butcher’s knife, as their fat arses Sweat with anxiety in their office chairs…. Fear rules not only those who are ruled, but The rulers too.
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Young Alexander conquered India. He alone? Caesar beat the Gauls. Was there not even a cook in his army? Philip of Spain wept as his fleet was sunk and destroyed. Were there no other tears? Frederick the Great triumphed in the Seven Years War. Who Triumphed with him?
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When you name yourself, you always name another.
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For the task assigned them Men aren’t smart enough or sly Any rogue can blind them With a clever lie.
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Schoenberg is too melodious for me, too sweet.
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Unfortunate the country that needs heroes!
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None will improve your lot If you yourself do not.
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The righteous one has no sense of humor.
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You may proclaim, good sirs, your fine philosophy But till you feed us, right and wrong can wait!
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