Love is the wish to give, not to receive.
BERTOLT BRECHTIt is easier to rob by setting up a bank than by holding up a bank clerk.
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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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There are some with brains and some without. It makes for a better division of labour.
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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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We often do not know ourselves the grounds On which we act, though plain to others.
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It is easier to rob by setting up a bank than by holding up a bank clerk.
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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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General, man is very useful. He can fly and he can kill. But he has one defect: He can think.
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In my view, the great and complicated things that go on in the world cannot be adequately recognized by people who do not use every possible aid to understanding.
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Though the rich of this earth find no difficulty in creating misery, they can’t bear to see it.
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You have to attack once the truth is too weak to defend itself.
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Never believe on faith, see for yourself! What you yourself don’t learn you don’t know.
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The right to happiness is fundamental; men live so little time and die alone.
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For once you must try not to shirk the facts: mankind is kept alive by bestial acts.
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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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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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