Art is not a mirror held up to reality but a hammer with which to shape it.
Hungry man, reach for the book: it is a weapon.
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.
In the dark times Will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing. About the dark times.
The aim of science is not to open the door to infinite wisdom, but to set a limit to infinite error.
Sometimes it's more important to be human, than to have good taste.
Do not fear death so much, but rather the inadequate life
What is the robbing of a bank compared to the founding of a bank?
Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are.
He who laughs last has not yet heard the bad news.
People who understand everything get no stories.
All artforms are in the service of the greatest of all arts: the art of living.
Everyone chases after happiness, not noticing that happiness is at their heels.
Don’t be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life.
What happens to the hole when the cheese is gone?
We attacked a foreign people and treated them like rebels. As you know, it's all right to treat barbarians barbarically. It's the desire to be barbaric that makes governments call their enemies barbarians.
Intelligence is not to make no mistakes, but quickly to see how to make them good.
Alas,we who wanted kindness, could not be kind ourselves.
Unhappy the land that is in need of heroes
Denn die einen sind im Dunkeln Und die anderen sind im Licht. Und man sieht nur die im Lichte Die im Dunkeln sieht man nicht.
Why be a man when you can be a success.
When something seems ‘the most obvious thing in the world’ it means that any attempt to understand the world has been given up.
If you join the rat race — you're in the race of rats.
For what's the use of talking with a man who has a disease and thinks about the stars?
As crimes pile up, they become invisible.
What is robbing a bank compared to founding one?
For though the world has stood up and stopped the bastard, the bitch that bore him is in heat again.
Art is not a mirror. Art is a hammer.
What are you working on?” Mr. K. was asked. Mr. K. replied: “I’m having a hard time; I’m preparing my next mistake.
It is easier to rob by setting up a bank than by holding up a bank clerk.
One must live well to know what living is.
Happy is the people who need no heroes.
All the world says: yes we know what’s written in the books but now let’s see what our eyes tell us.
Everyone chases after happiness, not noticing that happiness is right at their heels
Such a lot is won when even a single man gets to his feet and says No
Every day, to earn my daily bread I go to the market where lies are bought Hopefully I take up my place among the sellers.
I want to go with the one I love. I do not want to calculate the cost. I do not want to think about whether it's good. I do not want to know whether he loves me. I want to go with whom I love...
Art is not a mirror to hold up to reality, rather a hammer to shape it.
Every time you name yourself, you name someone else.
Thinking is one of the greatest pleasures of the human race.
When the waters poured into Atlantis, the rich men still screamed for their slaves.
Corpses sour you. They are bad for objectivity.
The wickedness of the world is so great, you have to keep running so your legs won't be stolen from under you!
For once you must try not to shirk the facts: Mankind is kept alive by bestial acts.
He thought in other heads, and in his own, others besides himself thought
Sin is what is new, strong, surprising, strange. The theatre must take an interest in sin if the young are to be able to go there.
Grub first, then ethics.
What kind of times are these, when To talk about trees is almost a crime Because it implies silence about so many horrors?
Sitting and sedition don't mix.
In the dark times will there be singing? Yes. There will be singing about the dark times.
I'm teaching all the time. When am I to learn?
I won't let you spoil my war for me. Destroys the weak, does it? Well, what does peace do for'em, huh? War feeds its people better.
He was weak on philosophy and an excellent driver, but his driving was a lot more dangerous than his philosophy.
The rope has been torn; a knot Can tie it again, but It’s been torn. Perhaps we’ll meet again, but You won’t find me In the place where we parted ways.
The aim of science is not to open the door to everlasting truth, but to set a limit on everlasting error.
Weaknesses You had none I had one: I loved.
In my poetry a rhyme Would seem to me almost insolent. Inside me contend Delight at the apple tree in blossom And horror at the house-painter’s speeches. But only the second Drives me to my desk.
When the Chinese Wall was built, where'd the masons go for lunch? When Caesar conquered Gaul, was there not even a cook in the army? When the Armada sank, King Philip wept. Were there no other tears?
Art is not a mirror held up to society but a hammer with which to shape it.
For time is short and the unknown surrounds us; and it isn't enough just to live unthinking and happy, calmly bearing oppression and only learning wisdom with age.
Unhappy is the land that breeds no hero! No, Andrea....unhappy is the land that needs a hero.
It's all right to hesitate if you then go ahead.
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Old Man, right (sighing): Death to the fascists!
A Man lives off his head. His head won't see him through. Inspect your own— What lives on that? At most, a louse or two . . .
Boy meets girl. So what?
Unhappily, my wife is expecting me in connection with a fish
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Mixing one's wines may be a mistake, but old and new wisdom mix admirably. The Singer, in The Caucasian Chalk Circle, prologue (1944).
Mankind lives by its head Its head won't see him through Inspect your own. What lives off that? At most a louse or two.
THE POLICEMAN: I'm a policeman. I'm paid by those in charge to combat dissatisfaction.
Life is short and so is money.
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It is many years ago and at times I know nothing about her anymore who was once all things to me but all things pass. (The Eleventh Psalm)
Proof seduces them. One of the greatest pleasures of the human race is thinking.
Von den Leben, die hellen. Von den Toden, die schnellen ORGES WÜNSCHLISTE
I hope I can pull the wagon by myself. Yes, I'll manage, there's not much in it now. I must get back into business.
I discovered our dear poet in my office, a simple clerk.
Chi sa perché il dubbio appare agli uomini come una felicità.
Girl Tractorist: As the poet Mayakovsky said: "The home of the Soviet people shall be the home of Reason"!
You who will emerge from the flood In which we have gone under Remember When you speak of our failings The dark time too Which you have escaped
Telling me there’s no difference between the moon and the Earth?
And you i beg make not your anger manifest. For all that lives needs help from all the rest.
Food comes first and then morality Bertolt brecht
