When evil-doing comes like falling rain, nobody calls out “stop!” When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible. When sufferings become unendurable the cries are no longer heard. The cries, too, fall like rain in summer.
BERTOLT BRECHTOne can describe the world of today to the people of today only if one describes it as capable of alteration.
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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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Those who take the most from the table, teach contentment. Those for whom the taxes are destined, demand sacrifice. Those who eat their fill, speak to the hungry, of wonderful times to come. Those who lead the country into the abyss, call ruling difficult, for ordinary folk.
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There are times when you have to choose between being human and having good taste.
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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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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.
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General, man is very useful. He can fly and he can kill. But he has one defect: He can think.
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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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The fate of man is man.
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Schoenberg is too melodious for me, too sweet.
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The finest plans are always ruined by the littleness of those who ought to carry them out, for emperor himself can actually be nothing.
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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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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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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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What kind of times are they, when A talk about trees is almost a crime Because it implies silence about so many horrors?
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Each of us is the strongest one in his or her own skin. Characteristics should take off their hats to one another, instead of spitting in each other’s faces.
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