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The righteous one has no sense of humor.

Bertolt Brecht

Each of us is the strongest one in his or her own skin. Characteristics should take off their hats to one another, instead of spitting in each other’s faces.
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Characteristics Each Face Spitting
The mobilization order is already written out. Every day, to earn my daily bread I go to the market where lies are bought Hopefully I take up my place among the sellers.
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Eran Hopefully Mobilization Out Place Seller Written
The fate of man is man.
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Fate Men Trust
The man who laughs has simply not yet had the terrible news.
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Laughing Laughter Men
Reality changes; in order to represent it, modes of representation must also change. Nothing comes from nothing; the new comes from the old, but that is why it is new.
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Change Nothing Reality Representation
But something’s missing.
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Lot Missing Something
Firebugs dragging their gasoline bottles are approaching the Academy of Arts, with a grin. And so, instead of embracing them, let us demand the freedom of the elbow to knock the bottles out of their filthy hands.
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Art Embrace Hands War
When the leaders speak of peace The common folk know That war is coming When the leaders curse war
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Common Folk Lying War
You can make a fresh start with your final breath.
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Breaths Finals Fresh Start
Boy Meets Girl, So What?
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Boys Broken Girl Heart
Love is also like a coconut which is good while it is fresh, but you have to spit it out when the juice is gone, what’s left tastes bitter.
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Gone Love Sad Taste
I was called up in the war and sent to a hospital. I dressed wounds, applied iodine, gave enemas, did blood transfusions. If the doctor ordered: “Brecht, amputate a leg!”, I would reply, “Certainly, Your Excellency!”, and cut off the leg. If I was told, “Perform a trepanning!”
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Cutting Men Transfusion War
There are times when you have to choose between being human and having good taste.
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Being Good Human Nature Taste
The headlong stream is termed violent But the river bed hemming it in is Termed violent by no one.
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Bed Rivers Violent
The human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. What’s left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars.
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Abuse Kissing Race
Things take indeed a wondrous turn When learned men do stoop to learn.
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Men Scholarship Turns

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