Come in, dear wind, and be our guest You too have neither home nor rest.
BERTOLT BRECHTA good soldier has his heart and soul in it. When he receives an order, he gets a hard on, and when he drives his lance through his enemy’s guts, he comes.
More Bertolt Brecht Quotes
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Writers can’t write as fast as governments make wars; because to write demands thinking.
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Those against politics are in favor of the politics inflicted upon them.
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He who is still laughing is he who hasn’t heard the terrible news.
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You have to attack once the truth is too weak to defend itself.
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Things take indeed a wondrous turn When learned men do stoop to learn.
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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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When evil-doing comes like falling rain, nobody calls out “stop!” When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible. When sufferings become unendurable the cries are no longer heard. The cries, too, fall like rain in summer.
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General, your bomber is powerful. It flies faster than a storm and carries more than an elephant. But it has one defect: It needs a mechanic. General, man is very useful. He can fly and he can kill. But he has one defect: He can think.
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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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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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Science knows only one commandment – contribute to science.
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Grub first, then ethics.
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Of all the works of man I like best Those which have been used. The copper pots with their dents and flattened edges The knives and forks whose wooden handles Have been worn away by many hands: such forms Seemed to me the noblest.
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You can’t write poems about trees when the woods are full of policemen.
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All the gang of those who rule us Hope our quarrels never stop Helping them to split and fool us So they can remain on top.
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