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 BRECHTSometimes it’s more important to be human, than to have good taste.
More Bertolt Brecht Quotes
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Even hatred of vileness Distorts a mans features.
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Intelligence is not to make no mistakes, but quickly to see how to make them good.
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Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are.
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Do not fear death so much but rather the inadequate life.
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Young Alexander conquered India. He alone? Caesar beat the Gauls. Was there not even a cook in his army? Philip of Spain wept as his fleet was sunk and destroyed. Were there no other tears? Frederick the Great triumphed in the Seven Years War. Who Triumphed with him?
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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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Those who have had no share in the good fortunes of the mighty Often have a share in their misfortunes.
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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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Pleasures First look from morning’s window The rediscovered book Fascinated faces Snow, the change of the seasons
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We need a type of theatre which not only releases the feelings, insights and impulses possible within the particular historical field of human relations in which the action takes place, but employs and encourages those thoughts and feelings which help transform the field itself.
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Schoenberg is too melodious for me, too sweet.
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Art is not a mirror. Art is a hammer.
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When the house of a great one collapses Many little ones are slain.
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Art is not a mirror held up to reality but a hammer with which to shape it.
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What happens to the hole when the cheese is gone?
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