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People who fight may lose. People who do not fight have already lost.

Bertolt Brecht

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
As regards obstacles, the shortest distance between two points can be a curve.
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Curves Distance Two
You can’t write poems about trees when the woods are full of policemen.
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Tree Wood Writing
I don’t trust him. We’re friends.
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Friendship Negative Trust
One cannot be arraigned for declaring a war, which every ruler has to do once in a while, but only for running a war badly.
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Declaring Running War
What a miserable thing life is: you’re in clover; only the clover isn’t good enough.
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Gratitude Life Sadness
You have to attack once the truth is too weak to defend itself.
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Defend Truth Weak
Even hatred of vileness Distorts a mans features.
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Features Hatred
Never believe on faith, see for yourself! What you yourself don’t learn you don’t know.
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Believe Knows Learn
You can make a fresh start with your final breath.
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Breaths Finals Fresh Start
Reality changes; in order to represent it, modes of representation must also change. Nothing comes from nothing; the new comes from the old, but that is why it is new.
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Change Nothing Reality Representation
With drooping shoulders The majority sit hunched, their foreheads furrowed like Stony ground that has been repeatedly ploughed-up to no purpose.
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Majority Purpose Shoulders
Spring is noticed, if at all By people sitting in railway trains.
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People Sitting Spring
Only bad generals need heroes.
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General Hero Needs
Writers can’t write as fast as governments make wars; because to write demands thinking.
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Thinking War Writing
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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Become Doing Evil Invisible Suffering

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