When you name yourself, you always name another.
BERTOLT BRECHTIn 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.
More Bertolt Brecht Quotes
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The right to happiness is fundamental; men live so little time and die alone.
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You don’t need to pray to God any more when there are storms in the sky, but you do have to be insured.
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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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In the dark times Will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing. About the dark times.
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The war which is coming Is not the first one. There were Other wars before it. When the last one came to an end There were conquerors and conquered. Among the conquered the common people Starved. Among the conquerors The common people starved too.
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Oh why do we not say the important things, it would be so easy, and we are damned because we do not.
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One can describe the world of today to the people of today only if one describes it as capable of alteration.
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It’s all right to hesitate if you then go ahead.
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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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Suppose they gave a war, and nobody came? Why then, the war would come to you!
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Alas,we who wanted kindness, could not be kind ourselves.
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Who struggles can fail. Who doesn’t struggle has already failed!
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No one can be good for long if goodness is not in demand.
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If you join the rat race — you’re in the race of rats.
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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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