Literary works cannot be taken over like factories, or literary forms of expression like industrial methods.
BERTOLT BRECHTGeneral, your tank is a powerful vehicle It smashes down forests and crushes a hundred men. But it has one defect: It needs a driver.
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We often do not know ourselves the grounds On which we act, though plain to others.
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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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Do not fear death so much but rather the inadequate life.
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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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Suppose they gave a war, and nobody came? Why then, the war would come to you!
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To those who does not know the world is on fire, I have nothing to say.
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Don’t be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life.
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The storm that bends the birch trees Is held to be violent But how about the storm That bends the backs of the roadworkers?
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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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People cannot remain good unless good is expected of them.
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Let nothing be called natural In an age of bloody confusion, Ordered disorder, planned caprice, And dehumanized humanity, lest all things Be held unalterable!
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In the dark times Will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing. About the dark times.
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As regards obstacles, the shortest distance between two points can be a curve.
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It is not enough to demand insight and informative images of reality from the theater. Our theater must stimulate a desire for understanding, a delight in changing reality.
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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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