Bertolt Brecht

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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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Everyone chases after happiness, not noticing that happiness is at their heels

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Unhappy the land that is in need of heroes

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Such a lot is won when even a single man gets to his feet and says No

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Hatred of oppression still distorts the features,Anger at injustice still makes voices raised and ugly.Oh we, who wished to lay for the foundations for peace and friendliness,Could never be friendly ourselves