George Bernard Shaw

Give a man health and a course to steer, and he’ll never stop to trouble about whether he’s happy or not.

Revolutions have never lightened the burden of tyranny: they have only shifted it to another shoulder.

A nap, my friend, is a brief period of sleep which overtakes superannuated persons when they endeavor to entertain unwelcome visitors or to listen to scientific lectures.

The ordinary man is an anarchist. He wants to do as he likes. He may want his neighbor to be governed, but he himself doesn’t want to be governed. He is mortally afraid of government officials and policemen.

You cannot be a hero without being a coward.

Americans adore me and will go on adoring me until I say something nice about them.

Every old poem is sacred.

I do then with my friends as I do with my books. I would have them where I can find them, but I seldom use them.

The easy confidence with which I know another man’s religion is folly teaches me to suspect that my own is also.

Necessity does everything well.

Age appears to be best in four things; old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.

Writers are the engineers of human souls.

In a dark place we find ourselves, and a little more knowledge lights our way.

Only an inventor knows how to borrow, and every man is or should be an inventor.

What sort of philosophers are we, who know absolutely nothing about the origin and destiny of cats?

Habit is habit, and not to be flung out of the window by any man, but coaxed downstairs a step at a time.

People who are truly strong lift others up. People who are truly powerful bring others together.

Self-confidence is the first requisite to great undertakings.

An honest man is always a child.

Silence is the universal refuge, the sequel to all dull discourses and all foolish acts, a balm to our every chagrin, as welcome after satiety as after disappointment; that background which the painter may not daub, be he master or bungler, and which, however awkward a figure we may have made in the foreground, remains ever our inviolable asylum, where no indignity can assail, no personality can disturb us.

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.