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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

For once you must try not to shirk the facts: mankind is kept alive by bestial acts.
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Alive Sex Trying
To live means to finesse the processes to which one is subjugated.
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Finesse Mean Process
If you don’t have fun, you don’t have a show.
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Fun Inspirational Shows
People remain what they are even if their faces fall apart.
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Faces Fall People
A theater without beer is just a museum
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Beer Museums Theater
Impact lies in the vicinity of mistakes.
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Impact Lying Mistakes
From the start it has been the theatre’s business to entertain people … it needs no other passport than fun.
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Fun People Theatre
Great sport begins at a point where it has ceased to be healthy.
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Great Healthy Sports
Poverty makes you sad as well as wise.
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Poverty Wells Wise
It is not enough to demand insight and informative images of reality from the theater. Our theater must stimulate a desire for understanding, a delight in changing reality.
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Desire Reality Understanding
If you join the rat race — you’re in the race of rats.
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Join Race Rat
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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About Country Live Place
The headlong stream is termed violent But the river bed hemming it in is Termed violent by no one.
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Bed Rivers Violent
Why be a man when you can be a success?
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Inspirational Life Motivational
When the leaders speak of peace The common folk know That war is coming When the leaders curse war
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Common Folk Lying War
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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Storm Tree Violent

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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