George Bernard Shaw

The man who writes about himself and his own time is the only man who writes about all people and all time.

All the sweetness of religion is conveyed to the world by the hands of story-tellers and image-makers. Without their fictions the truths of religion would for the multitude be neither intelligible nor even apprehensible; and the prophets would prophesy and the teachers teach in vain.

There is no satisfaction in hanging a man who does not object to it.

Socialism is the same as Communism, only better English.

You’ll never have a quiet world until you knock the patriotism out of the human race.

An election is a moral horror, as bad as a battle except for the blood; a mud bath for every soul concerned in it.

And deep in my heart. The answer, it was in me. And I made up my mind. To define my own destiny.

An institution is the lengthened shadow of one man.

Youth is wasted on the young.

Ipsa Scientia Potestas Est (Knowledge Itself Is Power)

Prejudice is a burden that confuses the past, threatens the future and renders the present inaccessible.

What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?

You don’t create things, you discover things.

Heroism feels and never reasons, and therefore is always right.

The reason that fiction is more interesting than any other form of literature, to those who really like to study people, is that in fiction the author can really tell the truth without humiliating himself.

I dislike feeling at home when I am abroad.

I went to the Bach Choir concert and heard Mozart’s Requiem. I did not rise warmly to it. Then I heard an extract from Parsifal which I disliked very much. If Bach wriggles, Wagner writhes…

Above anything else, I hate to lose.

When it comes to the story of my heart, I am the villain, locking it away; denying its right be free. The chains are tight, restricting its growth; long enough to see through the window of opportunity, but the only escape it has, is via the pen. Why do I deny myself the opportunities? I know it comes from a place of protection, but also of fear. I think my heart has grown a resentment because of this betrayal, and has decided, enough is enough.

Sometimes if I see negative things it really doesn’t faze me, because you’ve got to be tough and you’ve got to be you.

I know myself as a human entity; the scene, so to speak, or thoughts are affection; and am sensible of certain doubleness by which I can stand as remote from myself as from another. However intense my experience, I am conscious of the presence and criticism of a part of me, which, as it were, is no part of me, but spectator, sharing no experience, but taking note of it, and that is no more I than it is you.