Do not fear death so much but rather the inadequate life.
BERTOLT BRECHTIt 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.
More Bertolt Brecht Quotes
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For time flows on, and if it did not, it would be a bad prospect for those who do not sit at golden tables.
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Science knows only one commandment – contribute to science.
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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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Those against politics are in favor of the politics inflicted upon them.
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He who fights, can lose. He who doesn’t fight, has already lost.
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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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In the dark times Will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing. About the dark times.
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Everyone needs help from everyone.
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What they could do with ’round here is a good war. What else can you expect with peace running wild all over the place? You know what the trouble with peace is? No organization.
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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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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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First the grub, then the morals.
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Reality changes; in order to represent it, modes of representation must also change. Nothing comes from nothing; the new comes from the old, but that is why it is new.
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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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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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