There are times when you have to choose between being human and having good taste.
BERTOLT BRECHTThe 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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Unhappiness doesn’t grow on the chest like leprosy. Poverty won’t fall off the roof like a loose tile, no; poverty and unhappiness are man’s doing.
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What rapture, oh, it is to know A good thing when you see it And having seen a good thing, oh, What rapture ’tis to flee it.
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You can make a fresh start with your final breath.
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Mixing one’s wines may be a mistake, but old and new wisdom mix admirably.
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Do not fear death so much but rather the inadequate life.
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The finest plans have always been spoiled by the littleness of them that should carry them out. Even emperors can’t do it all by themselves.
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A theater without beer is just a museum
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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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It is easier to rob by setting up a bank than by holding up a bank clerk.
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I was called up in the war and sent to a hospital. I dressed wounds, applied iodine, gave enemas, did blood transfusions. If the doctor ordered: “Brecht, amputate a leg!”, I would reply, “Certainly, Your Excellency!”, and cut off the leg. If I was told, “Perform a trepanning!”
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The more innocent they are, the more they deserve to be shot.
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Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are.
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Grub first, then ethics.
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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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Pleasures First look from morning’s window The rediscovered book Fascinated faces Snow, the change of the seasons
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