What a miserable thing life is: you’re in clover; only the clover isn’t good enough.
BERTOLT BRECHTPleasures First look from morning’s window The rediscovered book Fascinated faces Snow, the change of the seasons
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Something ignoble, loathsome, undignified attends all associations between people and has been transferred to all objects, dwelling, tools, even the landscape itself.
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None will improve your lot If you yourself do not.
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The headlong stream is termed violent But the river bed hemming it in is Termed violent by no one.
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Our audience must experience not only the ways to free Prometheus, but be schooled in the very desire to free him. Theater must teach all the pleasures and joys of discovery, all the feelings of triumph associated with liberation.
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A man who strains himself on the stage is bound, if he is any good, to strain all the people sitting in the stalls.
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The first time it was reported that our friends were being butchered there was a cry of horror. Then a hundred were butchered. But when a thousand were butchered and there was no end to the butchery, a blanket of silence spread.
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The fate of man is man.
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Science knows only one commandment – contribute to science.
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What kind of times are they, when A talk about trees is almost a crime Because it implies silence about so many horrors?
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On thinking about Hell, I gather My brother Shelley found it was a place Much like the city of London.
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Who has good luck is good, Who has bad luck is bad.
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Would it not be simpler If the Government dissolved the people and elected another?
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From the start it has been the theatre’s business to entertain people … it needs no other passport than fun.
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When the wound/ No longer hurts/ The scar does.
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With drooping shoulders The majority sit hunched, their foreheads furrowed like Stony ground that has been repeatedly ploughed-up to no purpose.
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