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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

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
Temptation to behave is terrible.
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Literature Temptation Terrible
Don’t be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life.
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Anticipation Death Life
When the house of a great one collapses Many little ones are slain.
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Collapse House Littles
Hungry man, reach for the book: it is a weapon.
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Book Men Weapons
First the grub, then the morals.
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Firsts Miscellaneous Moral
Sin 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.
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Able Strong Theatre
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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Abuse Kissing Race
The mobilization order is already written out. Every day, to earn my daily bread I go to the market where lies are bought Hopefully I take up my place among the sellers.
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Eran Hopefully Mobilization Out Place Seller Written
Right is its own defense.
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Defense Literature Own Right
I don’t trust him. We’re friends.
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Friendship Negative Trust
Nowadays, anyone who wishes to combat lies and ignorance and to write the truth must overcome at least five difficulties.
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Lying Running Writing
In my view, the great and complicated things that go on in the world cannot be adequately recognized by people who do not use every possible aid to understanding.
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Adequately Great Recognized Understanding
When evil-doing comes like falling rain, nobody calls out “stop!” 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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Become Doing Evil Invisible Suffering
Schoenberg is too melodious for me, too sweet.
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Musical Schoenberg Sweet
Realist writing, of which history offers many widely varying examples, is likewise conditioned by the question of how, when and for what class it is made use of.
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Condition Example Made Realist

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

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