What kind of times are they, when A talk about trees is almost a crime Because it implies silence about so many horrors?
Bertolt BrechtFor the villainy of the world is great, and a man has to run his legs off to keep them from being stolen out fom underneath him.
Bertolt BrechtThe first time it was reported that our friends were being butchered there was a cry of horror. Then a hundred were butchered. But when a thousand were butchered and there was no end to the butchery, a blanket of silence spread. When evil-doing comes like falling rain, nobody calls out "stop!" When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible. When sufferings become unendurable the cries are no longer heard. The cries, too, fall like rain in summer.
Bertolt Brecht