Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht Quotes
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He who laughs has not yet heard the bad news.
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If art reflects life, it does so with special mirrors.
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Poverty makes you sad as well as wise.
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No one can be good for long if goodness is not in demand.
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No one will improve your lot if you do not yourself.
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Do not rejoice in his defeat, you men. For though the world has stood up and stopped the bastard, the bitch that bore him is in heat again.
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Intelligence is not to make no mistakes, but quickly to see how to make them good.
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Here today we huddle tightAs the darkest heathens mightThe snow falls chilly on our skinThe 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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What is the robbing of a bank compared to the founding of a bank?
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With drooping shouldersThe majority sit hunched, their foreheads furrowed likeStony ground that has been repeatedly ploughed-up to no purpose.
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Temptation to behave is terrible.
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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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Mitfühlend sehe ich Die geschwollenen Stirnadern, andeutend Wie anstrengend es ist, böse zu sein.
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This is the year which people will talk aboutThis is the year which people will be silent about.The old see the young die.The foolish see the wise die.The earth no longer produces, it devours.The sky hurls down no rain, only iron.
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From the cradle to the coffin underwear comes first.
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What's breaking into a bank compared with founding a bank?
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Events cast long shadows before.One such event would be a war.But how are shadows to be seenWhen total darkness fills the screen?
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Don't be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life.
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Hungry man, reach for the book: it is a weapon.
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It is easier to rob by setting up a bank than by holding up a bank clerk.
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The aim of science is not to open the door to infinite wisdom, but to set some limit on infinite error.
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Oh the harsh snarl of guitar strings roaring!Heavenly distensions of our throats!Trousers stiff with dirt and love! Such whoring!Long green slimy nights: we were like stoats.
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People remain what they are even if their faces fall apart.
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One forgets too easily the difference between a man and his image, and that there is none between the sound of his voice on the screen and in real life.