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 BRECHTWho built the seven gates of Thebes? In the books are listed the names of kings. Did the kings heave up the building blocks?
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Writers can’t write as fast as governments make wars; because to write demands thinking.
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When you name yourself, you always name another.
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Love is the wish to give, not to receive.
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Nowadays, anyone who wishes to combat lies and ignorance and to write the truth must overcome at least five difficulties.
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Some party hack decreed that the people had lost the government’s confidence and could only regain it with redoubled effort. If that is the case, would it not be simpler, If the government simply dissolved the people And elected another?
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Things take indeed a wondrous turn When learned men do stoop to learn.
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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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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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A man who sees another man on the street corner with only a stump for an arm will be so shocked the first time he’ll give him sixpence. But the second time it’ll only be a three penny bit. And if he sees him a third time, he’ll have him cold-bloodedly handed over to the police.
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You have to attack once the truth is too weak to defend itself.
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Though the rich of this earth find no difficulty in creating misery, they can’t bear to see it.
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We often do not know ourselves the grounds On which we act, though plain to others.
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I don’t like where I’m going and I don’t like where I’ve been. Why am I in a hurry?
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Their peace and their war Are like wind and storm. War grows from their peace.
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