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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?

Bertolt Brecht

What a miserable thing life is: you’re in clover; only the clover isn’t good enough.
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Gratitude Life Sadness
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
Let nothing be called natural In an age of bloody confusion, Ordered disorder, planned caprice, And dehumanized humanity, lest all things Be held unalterable!
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Confusion Humanity Nature
Terrible is the temptation to be good.
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Be Good Temptation Terrible
He who speaks of enemies , himself is the enemy.
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Enemy Himself Speak
Come in, dear wind, and be our guest You too have neither home nor rest.
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Guest Home Wind
Impact lies in the vicinity of mistakes.
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Impact Lying Mistakes
To live means to finesse the processes to which one is subjugated.
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Finesse Mean Process
Eats first, morals after.
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Eat Firsts Moral
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
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 rain Never falls upwards. When the wound Stops hurting What hurts is The scar.
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Fall Hurt Rain
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
Nowadays, anyone who wishes to combat lies and ignorance and to write the truth must overcome at least five difficulties.
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Lying Running Writing
You can’t write poems about trees when the woods are full of policemen.
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Tree Wood Writing
Poverty makes you sad as well as wise.
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Poverty Wells Wise

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