The shrill voices of those who give orders Are full of fear like the squeakings of Piglets awaiting the butcher’s knife, as their fat arses Sweat with anxiety in their office chairs…. Fear rules not only those who are ruled, but The rulers too.
BERTOLT BRECHTOf 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.
More Bertolt Brecht Quotes
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You can’t write poems about trees when the woods are full of policemen.
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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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If you wan to steal money, don’t rob a bank – open one.
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The defeats and victories of the fellows at the top aren’t always defeats and victories for the fellows at the bottom.
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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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Though the rich of this earth find no difficulty in creating misery, they can’t bear to see it.
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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 my view, the great and complicated things that go on in the world cannot be adequately recognized by people who do not use every possible aid to understanding.
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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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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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He who fights, can lose. He who doesn’t fight, has already lost.
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None will improve your lot If you yourself do not.
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Right is its own defense.
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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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It isn’t important to come out on top, what matters is to be the one who comes out alive.
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