Bertolt Brecht on beer
“A theater without beer is just a museum”
More Bertolt Brecht quotes
One cannot be arraigned for declaring a war, which every ruler has to do once in a while, but only for running a war badly.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht The worst illiterate is the political illiterate. He hears nothing, sees nothing, takes no part in political life. He doesn’t seem to know that the cost of living, the price of beans, of flour, of rent, of medicines all depend on political decisions.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht What’s a joy to the one is a nightmare to the other.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht Go make yourself a plan And be a shining light. Then make yourself a second plan, For neither will come right.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht Those who have had no share in the good fortunes of the mighty Often have a share in their misfortunes.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht The storm that bends the birch trees Is held to be violent But how about the storm That bends the backs of the roadworkers?
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht Grub first, then ethics.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht We need a type of theatre which not only releases the feelings, insights and impulses possible within the particular historical field of human relations in which the action takes place, but employs and encourages those thoughts and feelings which help transform the field itself.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht Hungry man, reach for the book: it is a weapon.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht Everyone needs help from everyone.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht Art is not a mirror held up to reality but a hammer with which to shape it.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht Come in, dear wind, and be our guest You too have neither home nor rest.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht Literary works cannot be taken over like factories, or literary forms of expression like industrial methods.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht Who fights may lose, but who does not fight has lost already.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht A man who strains himself on the stage is bound, if he is any good, to strain all the people sitting in the stalls.
Bertolt BrechtBertolt Brecht On thinking about Hell, I gather My brother Shelley found it was a place Much like the city of London.
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