One must live well to know what living is.
BERTOLT BRECHTWhen the house of a great one collapses Many little ones are slain.
More Bertolt Brecht Quotes
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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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Those who have had no share in the good fortunes of the mighty Often have a share in their misfortunes.
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It is not enough to demand insight and informative images of reality from the theater. Our theater must stimulate a desire for understanding, a delight in changing reality.
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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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Who fights may lose, but who does not fight has lost already.
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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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Our audience must experience not only the ways to free Prometheus, but be schooled in the very desire to free him. Theater must teach all the pleasures and joys of discovery, all the feelings of triumph associated with liberation.
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Alas,we who wanted kindness, could not be kind ourselves.
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Bank robbery is an initiative of amateurs. True professionals establish a bank.
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There are times when you have to choose between being human and having good taste.
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There are a few things that’ll move people to pity, a few, but the trouble is, when they’ve been used several times, they no longer work.
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…it is simplicity that is difficult to make.
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When the wound/ No longer hurts/ The scar does.
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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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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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