Even hatred of vileness Distorts a mans features.
BERTOLT BRECHTWhat 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.
More Bertolt Brecht Quotes
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Love is the wish to give, not to receive.
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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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People remain what they are even if their faces fall apart.
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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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Each of us is the strongest one in his or her own skin. Characteristics should take off their hats to one another, instead of spitting in each other’s faces.
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A man who sees another man on the street corner with only a stump for an arm will be so shocked the first time he’ll give him sixpence. But the second time it’ll only be a three penny bit. And if he sees him a third time, he’ll have him cold-bloodedly handed over to the police.
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It is easier to rob by setting up a bank than by holding up a bank clerk.
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The righteous one has no sense of humor.
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Mixing one’s wines may be a mistake, but old and new wisdom mix admirably.
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What’s a joy to the one is a nightmare to the other.
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A theater without beer is just a museum
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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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Everyone needs help from everyone.
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On thinking about Hell, I gather My brother Shelley found it was a place Much like the city of London.
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What happens to the hole when the cheese is gone?
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