Suppose they gave a war, and nobody came? Why then, the war would come to you! — Bertolt Brecht Copy Share Image
Love is the desire to give, not to receive, something. Love is the art of producing something with the other's talents. — Bertolt Brecht Copy Share Image
Love is also like a coconut which is good while it is fresh, but you have to spit it out when the… — Bertolt Brecht Copy Share Image
What rapture, oh, it is to know A good thing when you see it And having seen a good thing, oh, What… — Bertolt Brecht Copy Share Image
We often do not know ourselves the grounds On which we act, though plain to others. — Bertolt Brecht Copy Share Image
I don't like where I'm going and I don't like where I've been. Why am I in a hurry? — Bertolt Brecht Copy Share Image
Those against politics are in favor of the politics inflicted upon them. — Bertolt Brecht Copy Share Image
Never believe on faith, see for yourself! What you yourself don't learn you don't know. — Bertolt Brecht Copy Share Image
Would it not be simpler If the Government Dissolved the people And elected another? — Bertolt Brecht Copy Share Image
Their peace and their war Are like wind and storm. War grows from their peace. — Bertolt Brecht Copy Share Image
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… — Bertolt Brecht Copy Share Image
Art is not a mirror held up to reality but a hammer with which to shape it. — Bertolt Brecht Copy Share Image
Go make yourself a plan And be a shining light. Then make yourself a second plan, For neither will come right. — Bertolt Brecht Copy Share Image
There are some with brains and some without. It makes for a better division of labour. — Bertolt Brecht Copy Share Image
“In my poetry a rhyme Would seem to me almost insolent. Inside me contend Delight at the apple tree in blossom And horror at… — Bertolt Brecht Copy Share Image
“The law was made for one thing alone,for the exploitation of those who don't understand it, or are prevented by naked misery from obeying… — Bertolt Brecht Copy Share Image
