Bertolt Brecht on faces
“People remain what they are even if their faces fall apart.”
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The fanatics for progress often have too little appreciation of the existing.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht Unhappiness doesn’t grow on the chest like leprosy. Poverty won’t fall off the roof like a loose tile, no; poverty and unhappiness are man’s doing.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht When something seems ‘the most obvious thing in the world’ it means that any attempt to understand the world has been given up.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht It is not enough to demand insight and informative images of reality from the theater. Our theater must stimulate a desire for understanding, a delight in changing reality.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht A theater without beer is just a museum
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht When the house of a great one collapses Many little ones are slain.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht Terrible is the temptation to be good.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht Would it not be simpler If the Government dissolved the people and elected another?
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht All artforms are in the service of the greatest of all arts: the art of living.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht Poverty makes you sad as well as wise.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht We often do not know ourselves the grounds On which we act, though plain to others.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht The finest plans are always ruined by the littleness of those who ought to carry them out, for emperor himself can actually be nothing.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht There are some with brains and some without. It makes for a better division of labour.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht Their peace and their war Are like wind and storm. War grows from their peace.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht I’m in good form, taking no interest in things, neglecting clothes, meals, company, and feeling calm and stable as I write.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht 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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