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None will improve your lot If you yourself do not.

Bertolt Brecht

What 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.
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Peace Running War
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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Fall Heaven Snow
The human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. What’s left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars.
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Abuse Kissing Race
Art is not a mirror. Art is a hammer.
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Art Hammers Mirrors
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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Fall Rain Summer
The rain Never falls upwards. When the wound Stops hurting What hurts is The scar.
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Fall Hurt Rain
People who understand everything get no stories.
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People Stories Understand
Alas,we who wanted kindness, could not be kind ourselves.
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Be Kind Kindness Wanted
Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are.
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Change Moving Stay Strong
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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Art Heart Order Philosophy
All the gang of those who rule us Hope our quarrels never stop Helping them to split and fool us So they can remain on top.
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Fool Government Splits
When the wound/ No longer hurts/ The scar does.
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Doe Hurt Scar
The headlong stream is termed violent But the river bed hemming it in is Termed violent by no one.
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Bed Rivers Violent
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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Giving Men Police Six Street Time
The finest plans are always ruined by the littleness of those who ought to carry them out, for emperor himself can actually be nothing.
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Emperor Finest Ruined
Terrible is the temptation to be good.
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Be Good Temptation Terrible

None will improve your lot If you yourself do not.

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