Mixing one’s wines may be a mistake, but old and new wisdom mix admirably.
BERTOLT BRECHTShow them the red tail of a comet, fill them with black terror, and they will all come running out of their houses and break their legs. But tell them one sensible proposition, and support it with seven reasons, and they will simply laugh in your face.
More Bertolt Brecht Quotes
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Schoenberg is too melodious for me, too sweet.
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Don’t be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life.
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Don’t tell me peace has broken out.
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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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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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As regards obstacles, the shortest distance between two points can be a curve.
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Go make yourself a plan And be a shining light. Then make yourself a second plan, For neither will come right.
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The rain Never falls upwards. When the wound Stops hurting What hurts is The scar.
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The storm that bends the birch trees Is held to be violent But how about the storm That bends the backs of the roadworkers?
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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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Some party hack decreed that the people had lost the government’s confidence and could only regain it with redoubled effort. If that is the case, would it not be simpler, If the government simply dissolved the people And elected another?
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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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If you fight you might lose, if you don’t you have already lost.
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You can’t write poems about trees when the woods are full of policemen.
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You may proclaim, good sirs, your fine philosophy But till you feed us, right and wrong can wait!
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