Young Alexander conquered India. He alone? Caesar beat the Gauls. Was there not even a cook in his army? Philip of Spain wept as his fleet was sunk and destroyed. Were there no other tears? Frederick the Great triumphed in the Seven Years War. Who Triumphed with him?
BERTOLT BRECHTToday every invention is received with a cry of triumph which soon turns into a cry of fear.
More Bertolt Brecht Quotes
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I opened the man’s skull and messed about with his brains. I saw how they patched fellows up, so as to cart them back to the Front as quickly as they could.
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I don’t trust him. We’re friends.
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Let nothing be called natural In an age of bloody confusion, Ordered disorder, planned caprice, And dehumanized humanity, lest all things Be held unalterable!
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None will improve your lot If you yourself do not.
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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.
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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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Schoenberg is too melodious for me, too sweet.
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A man who strains himself on the stage is bound, if he is any good, to strain all the people sitting in the stalls.
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If you fight you might lose, if you don’t you have already lost.
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For the task assigned them Men aren’t smart enough or sly Any rogue can blind them With a clever lie.
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I am a playwright. I show What I have seen. In the man markets I have seen how men are traded. That I show, I, the playwright.
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We need a type of theatre which not only releases the feelings, insights and impulses possible within the particular historical field of human relations in which the action takes place, but employs and encourages those thoughts and feelings which help transform the field itself.
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Even hatred of vileness Distorts a mans features.
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He who speaks of enemies , himself is the enemy.
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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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