George Bernard Shaw

Do not waste your time on Social Questions. What is the matter with the poor is Poverty; what is the matter with the rich is Uselessness.

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

Baseball has the great advantage over cricket of being sooner ended.

I want to be all used up when I die.

The liar’s punishment is, not in the least that he is not believed, but that he cannot believe anyone else.

Gambling promises the poor what property performs for the rich, something for nothing.

We had the sky up there, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss whether they was made or just happened.

It’s your life-but only if you make it so.

Seize the day, put no trust in tomorrow. [Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.Lat.]

It is said that the world is in a state of bankruptcy, that the world owes the world more than the world can pay.

He is a benefactor of mankind who contracts the great rules of life into short sentences, that may be easily impressed on the memory, and so recur habitually to the mind.

The language of friendship is not words but meanings.

It is difficult, if not impossible, for most people to think otherwise than in the fashion of their own period.

One must be an inventor to read well. There is then creative reading as well as creative writing.

A picture is a poem without words.

Images also help me find and realise ideas. I look at hundreds of very different, contrasting images and I pinch details from them, rather like people who eat from other people

By his machines man can dive and remain under water like a shark; can fly like a hawk in the air; can see atoms like a gnat; can see the system of the universe of Uriel, the angel of the sun; can carry whatever loads a ton of coal can lift; can knock down cities with his fist of gunpowder; can recover the history of his race by the medals which the deluge, and every creature, civil or savage or brute, has involuntarily dropped of its existence; and divine the future possibility of the planet and its inhabitants by his perception of laws of nature.

If you follow reason far enough it always leads to conclusions that are contrary to reason.

You bring out the be(a)st in me. Polarized tension, a raw slash of claw, swathed softly in love. A peace of my mind in tumultuous chaotic razor-sharp clarity, impulsive wit to wisdom, mixing addictive shots of cocktail emotions in a full-spectrum experience.

If you develop rules, never have more than ten.

I believe that what so saddens the reformer is not his sympathy with his fellows in distress, but, though he be the holiest son of God, is his private ail. Let this be righted, let the spring come to him, the morning rise over his couch, and he will forsake his generous companions without apology.