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Reality changes; in order to represent it, modes of representation must change.

Bertolt Brecht

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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Kind Silence Tree
I don’t like where I’m going and I don’t like where I’ve been. Why am I in a hurry?
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Going Hurry Like
The human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. What’s left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars.
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Abuse Kissing Race
The man who laughs has simply not yet had the terrible news.
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Laughing Laughter Men
Those against politics are in favor of the politics inflicted upon them.
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Democracy Favors Freedom
Temptation to behave is terrible.
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Literature Temptation Terrible
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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Defeat Sunset Victory
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
Never believe on faith, see for yourself! What you yourself don’t learn you don’t know.
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Believe Knows Learn
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
I don’t trust him. We’re friends.
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Friendship Negative Trust
There are some with brains and some without. It makes for a better division of labour.
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Brain Division Labor
I Who live in Los Angeles and not in London Find, on thinking about Hell, that it must be Still more like Los Angeles.
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About Country Live Place
Who fights may lose, but who does not fight has lost already.
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Already Fighting May
What’s a joy to the one is a nightmare to the other.
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Joy Nightmare One Other
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

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