General, your tank is a powerful vehicle It smashes down forests and crushes a hundred men. But it has one defect: It needs a driver.
BERTOLT BRECHTWho struggles can fail. Who doesn’t struggle has already failed!
More Bertolt Brecht Quotes
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The first time it was reported that our friends were being butchered there was a cry of horror. Then a hundred were butchered. But when a thousand were butchered and there was no end to the butchery, a blanket of silence spread.
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It’s all right to hesitate if you then go ahead.
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One can describe the world of today to the people of today only if one describes it as capable of alteration.
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Today every invention is received with a cry of triumph which soon turns into a cry of fear.
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When the house of a great one collapses Many little ones are slain.
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Of all the works of man I like best Those which have been used. The copper pots with their dents and flattened edges The knives and forks whose wooden handles Have been worn away by many hands: such forms Seemed to me the noblest.
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I don’t trust him. We’re friends.
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A theater without beer is just a museum
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All the gang of those who rule us Hope our quarrels never stop Helping them to split and fool us So they can remain on top.
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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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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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Though the rich of this earth find no difficulty in creating misery, they can’t bear to see it.
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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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Come in, dear wind, and be our guest You too have neither home nor rest.
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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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