George Bernard Shaw

Vulgarity in a king flatters the majority of the nation.

Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.

Those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.

…with the black marble which gives the fireplace the air of a miniature family vault, to suggest early Victorian commercial respectability, belief in money, Bible fetichism, fear of hell always at war with fear of poverty, instinctive horror of the passionate character of art, love and Roman Catholic religion, and all the first fruits of plutocracy in the early generations of the industrial revolution.

In order to fully realize how bad a popular play can be, it is necessary to see it twice.

We mustn’t be stiff and stand-off, you know. We must be thoroughly democratic, and patronize everybody without distinction of class.

Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.

The eagle has ceased to scream, but the parrots will now begin to chatter. The war of the giants is over and the pigmies will now start to squabble.

The art of government is to make two-thirds of a nation pay all it possibly can pay for the benefit of the other third.

The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.

The desire of gold is not for gold. It is for the means of freedom and benefit.

Truth is a naked and open daylight.

To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.

There is a hush over all Europe, nay, over all the world. Alas! it is the hush of suspense, and in many lands it is the hush of fear. Listen! No, listen carefully, I think I hear somethingyes, there it was quite clear. Dont you hear it? It is the tramp of armies crunching the gravel of the paradegrounds, splashing through rain-soaked fields, the tramp of two million German soldiers and more than a million Italiansgoing on maneuversyes, only on maneuvers!

My finger can point to the moon, but my finger is not the moon. You don’t have to become my finger, nor do you have to worship my finger. You have to forget my finger, and look at where it is pointing.

You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds.

Be careful the friends you choose for you will become like them.

One soweth and another reapeth is a verity that applies to evil as well as good.

As we grow old, the beauty steals inward.

The torpid artist seeks inspiration at any cost, by virtue or by vice, by friend or by fiend, by prayer or by wine.

Every time you stop a school, you will have to build a jail. What you gain at one end you lose at the other. It’s like feeding a dog on his own tail. It won’t fatten the dog.