I opened the man’s skull and messed about with his brains. I saw how they patched fellows up, so as to cart them back to the Front as quickly as they could.
BERTOLT BRECHTNever believe on faith, see for yourself! What you yourself don’t learn you don’t know.
More Bertolt Brecht Quotes
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War is like love, it always finds a way.
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Unhappy the land that is in need of heroes.
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Right is its own defense.
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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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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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When the leaders speak of peace The common folk know That war is coming When the leaders curse war
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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.
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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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In the dark times Will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing. About the dark times.
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He who is still laughing is he who hasn’t heard the terrible news.
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Love is also like a coconut which is good while it is fresh, but you have to spit it out when the juice is gone, what’s left tastes bitter.
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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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He who fights, can lose. He who doesn’t fight, has already lost.
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For art to be ‘unpolitical’ means only to ally itself with the ‘ruling’ group.
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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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