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 BRECHTIf you join the rat race — you’re in the race of rats.
More Bertolt Brecht Quotes
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Some party hack decreed that the people had lost the government’s confidence and could only regain it with redoubled effort. If that is the case, would it not be simpler, If the government simply dissolved the people And elected another?
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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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Sometimes it’s more important to be human, than to have good taste.
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People cannot remain good unless good is expected of them.
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A man who sees another man on the street corner with only a stump for an arm will be so shocked the first time he’ll give him sixpence. But the second time it’ll only be a three penny bit. And if he sees him a third time, he’ll have him cold-bloodedly handed over to the police.
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In the contradiction lies the hope.
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You don’t need to pray to God any more when there are storms in the sky, but you do have to be insured.
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Unfortunate the country that needs heroes!
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Go make yourself a plan And be a shining light. Then make yourself a second plan, For neither will come right.
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People are too durable, that’s their main trouble. They can do too much to themselves, they last too long.
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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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People who fight may lose. People who do not fight have already lost.
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Who has good luck is good, Who has bad luck is bad.
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It was never decreed that a god mustn’t pay hotel bills.
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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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