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The righteous one has no sense of humor.

Bertolt Brecht

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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Majority Purpose Shoulders
To live means to finesse the processes to which one is subjugated.
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Finesse Mean Process
Who fights may lose, but who does not fight has lost already.
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Already Fighting May
Eats first, morals after.
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Eat Firsts Moral
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
Art and science work in quite different ways: agreed. But, bad as it may sound, I have to admit that I cannot get along as an artist without the use of one or two sciences. …
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Art Science Views Work
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
The finest plans have always been spoiled by the littleness of them that should carry them out. Even emperors can’t do it all by themselves.
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Finest Spoil
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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Art Heart Order Philosophy
If you join the rat race — you’re in the race of rats.
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Join Race Rat
I don’t trust him. We’re friends.
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Friendship Negative Trust
Temptation to behave is terrible.
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Literature Temptation Terrible
The rain Never falls upwards. When the wound Stops hurting What hurts is The scar.
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Fall Hurt Rain
Boy Meets Girl, So What?
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Boys Broken Girl Heart
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
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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Fall Rain Summer

The righteous one has no sense of humor.

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