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On thinking about Hell, I gather My brother Shelley found it was a place Much like the city of London.

Bertolt Brecht

If you join the rat race — you’re in the race of rats.
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Join Race Rat
I am a playwright. I show What I have seen. In the man markets I have seen how men are traded. That I show, I, the playwright.
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Men Show Traded
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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Going Hurry Like
When the leaders speak of peace, the common folk know war is coming.
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Common Folk Leader War
War is like love, it always finds a way.
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Life Love Military
I’m in good form, taking no interest in things, neglecting clothes, meals, company, and feeling calm and stable as I write.
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Clothes Feelings Writing
When the house of a great one collapses Many little ones are slain.
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Collapse House Littles
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
For what’s the use of talking with a man who has a disease and thinks about the stars?
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Men Stars Thinking
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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Government Party People
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
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
The man who laughs has simply not yet had the terrible news.
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Laughing Laughter Men
What’s breaking into a bank compared with founding a bank?
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Banking Breaking Literature Silence
He who fights, can lose. He who doesn’t fight, has already lost.
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Fighting Loses Lost
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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Fall Heaven Snow

On thinking about Hell, I gather My brother Shelley found it was a place Much like the city of London.

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