George Bernard Shaw

If history repeats itself, and the unexpected always happens, how incapable must Man be of learning from experience!

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

Do not try to live forever. You will not succeed.

Old men are dangerous: it doesn’t matter to them what is going to happen to the world.

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.

In your Salvation shelter I saw poverty, misery, cold and hunger. You gave them bread and treacle and dreams of heaven. I give from thirty shillings a week to twelve thousand a year. They find their own dreams; but I look after the drainage.

Some men love truth so much that they seem to be in continual fear lest she should catch a cold on overexposure.

He’s out his head, I’m out my mind. We got that love, the crazy kind.

When you love someone, you love the person as they are, and not as you’d like them to be.

I knew from that first moment we met. It was not love at first sight exactly, but – familiarity. Like oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you. Game over.

Spread love everywhere you go let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.

When she laughed she was beautiful, when she cried she was beautiful, but, when she was determined she was sexy as hell.

Tonight, once more, life sinks its teeth into my heart.

Love is what we’re born with. Fear is what we learned here.

To me, obligation is not love. Letting someone be open, honest and free – that’s love. It’s got to come natural and it’s got to be real.

Love is the absence of judgment.

Love, though said to be afflicted with blindness, is a vigilant watchman.

Crack me open and get drunk on the contents of my spirit. Warning: consuming too much may have permanent effects.

The opposite of love isn’t hate. It isn’t even indifference. It’s fear.

You don’t measure love in time. You measure love in transformation. Sometimes the longest connections yield little growth, while the briefest of encounters change everything. The heart doesn’t wear a watch.

My love rumbles like the sternum of a lion. Be mindful of the beast you stir up.