He who fights, can lose. He who doesn’t fight, has already lost.
BERTOLT BRECHTHe who fights, can lose. He who doesn’t fight, has already lost.
BERTOLT BRECHTIn the dark times Will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing. About the dark times.
BERTOLT BRECHTA 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.
BERTOLT BRECHTThe shrill voices of those who give orders Are full of fear like the squeakings of Piglets awaiting the butcher’s knife, as their fat arses Sweat with anxiety in their office chairs…. Fear rules not only those who are ruled, but The rulers too.
BERTOLT BRECHTI 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.
BERTOLT BRECHTIn the contradiction lies the hope.
BERTOLT BRECHTAll the gang of those who rule us Hope our quarrels never stop Helping them to split and fool us So they can remain on top.
BERTOLT BRECHTThough the rich of this earth find no difficulty in creating misery, they can’t bear to see it.
BERTOLT BRECHTIf you don’t have fun, you don’t have a show.
BERTOLT BRECHTIt’s all right to hesitate if you then go ahead.
BERTOLT BRECHTBut something’s missing.
BERTOLT BRECHTUnhappiness 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.
BERTOLT BRECHTSuppose they gave a war, and nobody came? Why then, the war would come to you!
BERTOLT BRECHTThe man who laughs has simply not yet had the terrible news.
BERTOLT BRECHTThe war which is coming Is not the first one. There were Other wars before it. When the last one came to an end There were conquerors and conquered. Among the conquered the common people Starved. Among the conquerors The common people starved too.
BERTOLT BRECHTAll artforms are in the service of the greatest of all arts: the art of living.
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