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When the wound/ No longer hurts/ The scar does.

Bertolt Brecht

He who speaks of enemies , himself is the enemy.
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Enemy Himself Speak
First the grub, then the morals.
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Firsts Miscellaneous Moral
Whenever there are great virtues, it’s a sure sign something’s wrong.
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Great Something Virtue Wrong
Grub first, then ethics.
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Cooking First Food
The mill wheel turns, it turns forever, though what is uppermost remains not so.
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Forever Mills Wheels
Art and science coincide insofar as both aim to improve the lives of men and women.
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Art Fashion Mean
Oh! Moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We’ve lost our good old mama And must have whiskey Oh, you know why!
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Alabama Bye Moon
In the dark times Will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing. About the dark times.
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Dark Inspirational Singing
There are some with brains and some without. It makes for a better division of labour.
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Brain Division Labor
Art is not a mirror held up to reality but a hammer with which to shape it.
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Art Mirror Reality
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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Defeat Sunset Victory
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
Great sport begins at a point where it has ceased to be healthy.
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Great Healthy Sports
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.
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Fall Men Tiles
Reality changes; in order to represent it, modes of representation must also change. Nothing comes from nothing; the new comes from the old, but that is why it is new.
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Change Nothing Reality Representation
Love is also like a coconut which is good while it is fresh, but you have to spit it out when the juice is gone, what’s left tastes bitter.
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Gone Love Sad Taste

When the wound/ No longer hurts/ The scar does.

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