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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?

Bertolt Brecht

A theater without beer is just a museum
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Beer Museums Theater
Don’t tell me peace has broken out.
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Broken Out Peace
Love is the wish to give, not to receive.
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Giving Love Wish
Art is not a mirror. Art is a hammer.
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Art Hammers Mirrors
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
Love is also like a coconut which is good while it is fresh, but you have to spit it out when the juice is gone, what’s left tastes bitter.
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Gone Love Sad Taste
The war which is coming Is not the first one. There were Other wars before it. When the last one came to an end There were conquerors and conquered. Among the conquered the common people Starved. Among the conquerors The common people starved too.
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Lasts People War
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
Mixing one’s wines may be a mistake, but old and new wisdom mix admirably.
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Mistake Wine Wisdom
Life is short and so is money.
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Cute Life Money Short
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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Fool Government Splits
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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Peace Running War
In the dark times Will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing. About the dark times.
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Dark Inspirational Singing
Poverty makes you wise but it’s a curse.
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Curse Poverty Wise
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.
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Become Doing Evil Invisible Suffering
Science knows only one commandment – contribute to science.
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Account Knows Science

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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