You can make a fresh start with your final breath.
BERTOLT BRECHTIt isn’t important to come out on top, what matters is to be the one who comes out alive.
More Bertolt Brecht Quotes
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The fate of man is man.
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Those who have had no share in the good fortunes of the mighty Often have a share in their misfortunes.
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Then I will tell you something. I do not believe in it. Forty years among men has consistently taught me that they are not amenable to commonsense.
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When something seems ‘the most obvious thing in the world’ it means that any attempt to understand the world has been given up.
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You don’t need to pray to God any more when there are storms in the sky, but you do have to be insured.
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Spring is noticed, if at all By people sitting in railway trains.
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The 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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The headlong stream is termed violent But the river bed hemming it in is Termed violent by no one.
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People are too durable, that’s their main trouble. They can do too much to themselves, they last too long.
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The aim of science is not to open the door to infinite wisdom, but to set a limit to infinite error.
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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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A theater without beer is just a museum
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The right to happiness is fundamental; men live so little time and die alone.
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Recently my fingers have developed a prejudice against comparatives. They all follow this pattern: a squirrel is smaller than a tree; a bird is more musical than a tree.
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Oh! Moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We’ve lost our good old mama And must have whiskey Oh, you know why!
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