Pleasures First look from morning’s window The rediscovered book Fascinated faces Snow, the change of the seasons
BERTOLT BRECHTSin is what is new, strong, surprising, strange. The theatre must take an interest in sin if the young are to be able to go there.
More Bertolt Brecht Quotes
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Terrible is the temptation to be good.
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A 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.
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No one can be good for long if goodness is not in demand.
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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?
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Why be a man when you can be a success?
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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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Here today we huddle tight As the darkest heathens might The snow falls chilly on our skin The snow is forcing its way in. Hush, snow, come in with us to dwell: We were thrown out by Heaven as well.
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He who is still laughing is he who hasn’t heard the terrible news.
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War is like love, it always finds a way.
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Those who take the most from the table, teach contentment. Those for whom the taxes are destined, demand sacrifice. Those who eat their fill, speak to the hungry, of wonderful times to come. Those who lead the country into the abyss, call ruling difficult, for ordinary folk.
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If art reflects life, it does so with special mirrors.
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The defeats and victories of the fellows at the top aren’t always defeats and victories for the fellows at the bottom.
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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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Come in, dear wind, and be our guest You too have neither home nor rest.
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It was never decreed that a god mustn’t pay hotel bills.
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