Here today we huddle tight As the darkest heathens might The snow falls chilly on our skin The snow is forcing its way in. Hush, snow, come in with us to dwell: We were thrown out by Heaven as well.
BERTOLT BRECHTFirst feed the face, then talk right and wrong.
More Bertolt Brecht Quotes
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The more innocent they are, the more they deserve to be shot.
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Poverty makes you wise but it’s a curse.
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A man who strains himself on the stage is bound, if he is any good, to strain all the people sitting in the stalls.
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Great sport begins at a point where it has ceased to be healthy.
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The worst illiterate is the political illiterate. He hears nothing, sees nothing, takes no part in political life. He doesn’t seem to know that the cost of living, the price of beans, of flour, of rent, of medicines all depend on political decisions.
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What is the robbing of a bank compared to the founding of a bank?
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It’s never too late for those whose time has come.
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Show them the red tail of a comet, fill them with black terror, and they will all come running out of their houses and break their legs. But tell them one sensible proposition, and support it with seven reasons, and they will simply laugh in your face.
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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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Poverty makes you sad as well as wise.
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Whenever there are great virtues, it’s a sure sign something’s wrong.
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The right to happiness is fundamental; men live so little time and die alone.
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Love is the wish to give, not to receive.
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When the leaders speak of peace The common folk know That war is coming When the leaders curse war
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Of all the works of man I like best Those which have been used. The copper pots with their dents and flattened edges The knives and forks whose wooden handles Have been worn away by many hands: such forms Seemed to me the noblest.
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