George Bernard Shaw

If there was nothing wrong in the world there wouldn’t be anything for us to do.

The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want and if they can’t find them, make them.

Beauty is all very well at first sight; but who ever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?

We must always think about things, and we must think about things as they are, not as they are said to be.

It is all that the young can do for the old, to shock them and keep them up to date.

A miracle is an event which creates faith. That is the purpose and nature of miracles. Frauds deceive. An event which creates faith does not deceive: therefore it is not a fraud, but a miracle.

These are not dark days: these are great days – the greatest days our country has ever lived.

Logic is like the sword

But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.

We like a man to come right out and say what he thinks, if we agree with him.

The highest panegyric, therefore, that private virtue can receive, is the praise of servants.

He will be loved when dead, who was envied when he was living.

The world is moving so fast these days that the man who says it cannot be done is generally interrupted by someone doing it.

A faith is a necessity to a man. Woe to him who believes in nothing.

The difficult task of knowing another soul is not for young gentlemen whose consciousness is chiefly made up of their own wishes.

The connection between us runs so strong and deep. It’s like a steel cable stretching across the ocean bed, so many fathoms below, that even the most skilled and courageous of deep sea divers cannot reach it to cut it. It remains strong, silent, invisible, invincible.

The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new.

Society is a masked ball, where every one hides his real character, and reveals it by hiding.

We are all dependent on one another, every soul of us on earth.

The fickleness of the women I love is only equalled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.

The time has come to shed this skin. Its cloying inconvenience doesn’t fit me anymore. My new attire strikes color, shine, shadow, makes noise, and may put your teeth on edge. Tough sh–. Get used to it. I’m inviting you to step into your fear and dance with life.