“General, man is very useful. He can fly and he can kill. But he has one defect: He can think.”

One can describe the world of today to the people of today only if one describes it as capable of alteration.

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.

What rapture, oh, it is to know A good thing when you see it And having seen a good thing, oh, What rapture ’tis to flee it.

When the leaders speak of peace The common folk know That war is coming When the leaders curse war

Life is short and so is money.

With drooping shoulders The majority sit hunched, their foreheads furrowed like Stony ground that has been repeatedly ploughed-up to no purpose.

Whenever there are great virtues, it’s a sure sign something’s wrong.

The alienation effect in German epic theater is achieved not only through the actors, but also through music (chorus and song) andsets (transparencies, film strips, etc.). Its main purpose is to place the staged events in their historical context.

War is like love, it always finds a way.

Love is the wish to give, not to receive.

There are men who struggle for a day and they are good. There are men who struggle for a year and they are better. There are men who struggle many years, and they are better still. But there are those who struggle all their lives: These are the indispensable ones.

Suppose they gave a war, and nobody came? Why then, the war would come to you!

The fate of man is man.

The right to happiness is fundamental; men live so little time and die alone.

The rain Never falls upwards. When the wound Stops hurting What hurts is The scar.

Why be a man when you can be a success?

Have they defected? They have not gone yet.

The more defects a man may have, the older he is, the less lovable, the more resounding his success.

We know our friends by their defects rather than by their merits.

I have always been more interested in creating a character that contains something crippled. I think nearly all of us have some kind of defect.

William Gladstone has not a single redeeming defect.

Some people displease with merit, and others’ very faults and defects are pleasing.

The defects of the mind, like those of the face, grow worse with age.

The defects and faults of the mind are like wounds in the body; after all imaginable care has been taken to heal them up, still there will be a scar left behind, and they are in continual danger of breaking the skin and bursting out again.