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Don’t tell me peace has broken out.

Bertolt Brecht

Even the most blockheaded bureaucrat, provided he loves peace, is a greater lover of the arts than any so-called art-lover who loves the arts of war.
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Even Greater Love Lover Peace Provided War
There are men who struggle for a day and they are good. There are men who struggle for a year and they are better. There are men who struggle many years, and they are better still. But there are those who struggle all their lives: These are the indispensable ones.
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Men Struggle Years
First feed the face, then talk right and wrong.
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Faces Firsts Talk
Reality changes; in order to represent it, modes of representation must change.
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Order Reality Representation
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.
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Children Hate Ignorance
Go make yourself a plan And be a shining light. Then make yourself a second plan, For neither will come right.
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Light Planning Shining
The fanatics for progress often have too little appreciation of the existing.
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Appreciation Littles Progress
Suppose they gave a war, and nobody came? Why then, the war would come to you!
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Politics Suppose War
There are some with brains and some without. It makes for a better division of labour.
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Brain Division Labor
On thinking about Hell, I gather My brother Shelley found it was a place Much like the city of London.
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Brother Cities Thinking
Who fights may lose, but who does not fight has lost already.
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Already Fighting May
There are times when you have to choose between being human and having good taste.
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Being Good Human Nature Taste
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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Contentment Country Sacrifice
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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Fall Rain Summer
The fate of man is man.
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Fate Men Trust
Poverty makes you wise but it’s a curse.
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Curse Poverty Wise

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