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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.

Bertolt Brecht

Something ignoble, loathsome, undignified attends all associations between people and has been transferred to all objects, dwelling, tools, even the landscape itself.
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Dwelling Object People Tool
Do not fear death so much but rather the inadequate life.
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Death Fear Life
Unhappiness doesn’t grow on the chest like leprosy. Poverty won’t fall off the roof like a loose tile, no; poverty and unhappiness are man’s doing.
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Fall Men Tiles
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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Bird Perspective Squirrels
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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Alabama Bye Moon
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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Fall Heaven Snow
I don’t like where I’m going and I don’t like where I’ve been. Why am I in a hurry?
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Going Hurry Like
For once you must try not to shirk the facts: mankind is kept alive by bestial acts.
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Alive Sex Trying
Mixing one’s wines may be a mistake, but old and new wisdom mix admirably.
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Mistake Wine Wisdom
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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Belief Men Running
First feed the face, then talk right and wrong.
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Faces Firsts Talk
Don’t tell me peace has broken out.
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Broken Out Peace
First the pork chops, then morality
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Firsts Morality Pork
Never believe on faith, see for yourself! What you yourself don’t learn you don’t know.
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Believe Knows Learn
I don’t trust him. We’re friends.
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Friendship Negative Trust
Pleasures First look from morning’s window The rediscovered book Fascinated faces Snow, the change of the seasons
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Book Change Dog Morning
There are times when you have to choose between being human and having good taste.
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Being Good Human Nature Taste
Even the most blockheaded bureaucrat, provided he loves peace, is a greater lover of the arts than any so-called art-lover who loves the arts of war.
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Even Greater Love Lover Peace Provided War
Why be a man when you can be a success?
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Inspirational Life Motivational
We attacked a foreign people and treated them like rebels. As you know, it’s all right to treat barbarians barbarically. It’s the desire to be barbaric that makes governments call their enemies barbarians.
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Government People War
He who speaks of enemies , himself is the enemy.
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Enemy Himself Speak
War is like love, it always finds a way.
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Life Love Military
What a miserable thing life is: you’re in clover; only the clover isn’t good enough.
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Gratitude Life Sadness
Don’t accept the habitual as a natural thing. In times of disorder, of organized confusion, of de-humanized humanity, nothing should seem natural. Nothing should seem impossible to change.
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Confusion Humanity Impossible
Today every invention is received with a cry of triumph which soon turns into a cry of fear.
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Fear Today Triumph
Eats first, morals after.
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Eat Firsts Moral
Terrible is the temptation to be good.
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Be Good Temptation Terrible

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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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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