It isn’t important to come out on top, what matters is to be the one who comes out alive.
BERTOLT BRECHTNo one can be good for long if goodness is not in demand.
More Bertolt Brecht Quotes
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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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Eats first, morals after.
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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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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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Some party hack decreed that the people had lost the government’s confidence and could only regain it with redoubled effort. If that is the case, would it not be simpler, If the government simply dissolved the people And elected another?
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Science knows only one commandment – contribute to science.
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For what’s the use of talking with a man who has a disease and thinks about the stars?
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Intelligence is not to make no mistakes, but quickly to see how to make them good.
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You can’t write poems about trees when the woods are full of policemen.
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When the house of a great one collapses Many little ones are slain.
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Even the most blockheaded bureaucrat, provided he loves peace, is a greater lover of the arts than any so-called art-lover who loves the arts of war.
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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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Poverty makes you sad as well as wise.
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But something’s missing.
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A good soldier has his heart and soul in it. When he receives an order, he gets a hard on, and when he drives his lance through his enemy’s guts, he comes.
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