Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are.
BERTOLT BRECHTThe first time it was reported that our friends were being butchered there was a cry of horror. Then a hundred were butchered. But when a thousand were butchered and there was no end to the butchery, a blanket of silence spread.
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A good soldier has his heart and soul in it. When he receives an order, he gets a hard on, and when he drives his lance through his enemy’s guts, he comes.
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First the pork chops, then morality
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…it is simplicity that is difficult to make.
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To live means to finesse the processes to which one is subjugated.
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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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I don’t trust him. We’re friends.
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Hungry man, reach for the book: it is a weapon.
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For time flows on, and if it did not, it would be a bad prospect for those who do not sit at golden tables.
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I Who live in Los Angeles and not in London Find, on thinking about Hell, that it must be Still more like Los Angeles.
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With drooping shoulders The majority sit hunched, their foreheads furrowed like Stony ground that has been repeatedly ploughed-up to no purpose.
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Right is its own defense.
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People cannot remain good unless good is expected of them.
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There are men who struggle for a day and they are good. There are men who struggle for a year and they are better. There are men who struggle many years, and they are better still. But there are those who struggle all their lives: These are the indispensable ones.
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Alas,we who wanted kindness, could not be kind ourselves.
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The 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.
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