Bertolt Brecht

Bertolt Brecht
Eugen Bertolt Friedrich Brechtwas a German poet, playwright, and theatre director of the 20th century. He made contributions to dramaturgy and theatrical production, the latter through the tours undertaken by the Berliner Ensemble – the post-war theatre company operated by Brecht and his wife, long-time collaborator and actress Helene Weigel...
NationalityGerman
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth10 February 1898
CityAugsburg, Germany
CountryGermany
Bertolt Brecht quotes about
There are a few things that'll move people to pity, a few, but the trouble is, when they've been used several times, they no longer work.
Things take indeed a wondrous turn When learned men do stoop to learn.
Terrible is the temptation to be good.
Art and science work in quite different ways: agreed. But, bad as it may sound, I have to admit that I cannot get along as an artist without the use of one or two sciences. ... In my view, the great and complicated things that go on in the world cannot be adequately recognized by people who do not use every possible aid to understanding.
Art and science coincide insofar as both aim to improve the lives of men and women. The latter normally concerns itself with profit, the former with pleasure. In the coming age, art will fashion our entertainment out of new means of productivity in ways that will simultaneously enhance our profit and maximize our pleasure.
When the wound/ No longer hurts/ The scar does.
Suppose they gave a war, and nobody came? Why then, the war would come to you!
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.
What's a joy to the one is a nightmare to the other.
Of all the works of man I like best Those which have been used. The copper pots with their dents and flattened edges The knives and forks whose wooden handles Have been worn away by many hands: such forms Seemed to me the noblest.
With drooping shoulders The majority sit hunched, their foreheads furrowed like Stony ground that has been repeatedly ploughed-up to no purpose.
It's never too late for those whose time has come.
You can make a fresh start with your final breath.
Who fights may lose, but who does not fight has lost already.