Firebugs dragging their gasoline bottles are approaching the Academy of Arts, with a grin. And so, instead of embracing them, let us demand the freedom of the elbow to knock the bottles out of their filthy hands.
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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Impact lies in the vicinity of mistakes.
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Boy Meets Girl, So What?
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The righteous one has no sense of humor.
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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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You can make a fresh start with your final breath.
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What they could do with ’round here is a good war. What else can you expect with peace running wild all over the place? You know what the trouble with peace is? No organization.
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People remain what they are even if their faces fall apart.
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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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The human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. What’s left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars.
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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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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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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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The fanatics for progress often have too little appreciation of the existing.
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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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The rain Never falls upwards. When the wound Stops hurting What hurts is The scar.
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