If Art Reflects Life, It Does So

General, Man Is Very Useful. He Can Fly And He Can Kill. But He Has One Defect: He Can Think.

I Don't Trust Him. We're Friends.

I Was Called Up In The War And Sent To A Hospital. I Dressed Wounds, Applied Iodine, Gave Enemas, Did Blood Transfusions. If The Doctor Ordered: "brecht, Amputate A Leg!", I Would Reply, "certainly, Your Excellency!", And Cut Off The Leg. If I Was Told, "perform A Trepanning!" I Opened The Man's Skull And Messed About With His Brains. I Saw How They Patched Fellows Up, So As To Cart Them Back To The Front As Quickly As They Could.

Poverty Makes You Sad As Well As Wise.

A Theater Without Beer Is Just A Museum