When The Leaders Speak Of Peace, The

For Time Flows On, And If It Did Not, It Would Be A Bad Prospect For Those Who Do Not Sit At Golden Tables. Methods Become Exhausted; Stimuli No Longer Work. New Problems Appear And Demand New Methods. Reality Changes; In Order To Represent It, Modes Of Representation Must Also Change. Nothing Comes From Nothing; The New Comes From The Old, But That Is Why It Is New.

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.

Who Built The Seven Gates Of Thebes? In The Books Are Listed The Names Of Kings. Did The Kings Heave Up The Building Blocks?

A Person Is Really Dead Only When Nobody Thinks Of Him Anymore.

Their Peace And Their War Are Like Wind And Storm. War Grows From Their Peace.