George Bernard Shaw

In a battle all you need to make you fight is a little hot blood and the knowledge that it’s more dangerous to lose than to win.

He who can, does. He who cannot, teaches.

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

The only man I know who behaves sensibly is my tailor; he takes my measurements anew each time he sees me. The rest go on with their old measurements and expect me to fit them.

Fashions, after all, are only induced epidemics.

The only way to avoid being miserable is not to have enough leisure to wonder whether you are happy or not.

Ignorance… is a painless evil; so, I should think, is dirt, considering the merry faces that go along with it.

The way by which you may get money almost without exception leads downward.

Events can neither be regarded as a series of adventures nor strung on the thread of a preconceived moral. They must obey their own laws.

Many of the truths that we cling to depend on our point of view.

There is little difference in people, but that little difference makes a big difference. The little difference is attitude. The big difference is whether it is positive or negative.

Man is not weak; knowledge is more than equivalent to force.

Whether the flower looks better in the nosegay than in the meadow where it grew and we had to wet our feet to get it! Is the scholastic air any advantage?

The world is upheld by the veracity of good men: they make the earth wholesome. They who lived with them found life glad and nutritious. Life is sweet and tolerable only in our belief in such society.

At the end of the day, life is about being happy being who you are.

We know but a few men, a great many coats and breeches.

I believe we are still so innocent. The species are still so innocent that a person who is apt to be murdered believes that the murderer, just before he puts the final wrench on his throat, will have enough compassion to give him one sweet cup of water.

All philosophies, if you ride them home, are nonsense, but some are greater nonsense than others.

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…

They that deny a God destroy man’s nobility; for certainly man is of kin to the beasts by his body; and, if he be not of kin to God by his spirit, he is a base and ignoble creature.

There are many victories worse than a defeat.