George Bernard Shaw

Power does not corrupt men; fools, however, if they get into a position of power, corrupt power.

You are going to let the fear of poverty govern you life and your reward will be that you will eat, but you will not live.

Vulgarity in a king flatters the majority of the nation.

Censorship ends in logical completeness when nobody is allowed to read any books except the books that nobody reads.

I believe in Michelangelo, Velasquez, and Rembrandt; in the might of design, the mystery of color, the redemption of all things by Beauty everlasting, and the message of Art that has made these hands blessed. Amen. Amen.

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

In this war, a danger there is, of losing who we are.

In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts; they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty.

We must train hard. It’s not about denying a weakness may exist but about denying its right to persist.

The Mona Lisa, the Mona Lisa….Leonardo had eye trouble….Art couldn’t explain it….But now we’re safe, since science can explain it. Maybe Milton wrote Paradise Lost because he was blind? And Beethoven wrote the Ninth Symphony because he was deaf…

We bust build dikes of courage to hold back the flood of fear.

I constantly ask myself if what I’m doing is for me or somebody else. It’s tripping me out!

All I want to do is change the world.

We falsely attribute to men a determined character, putting together all their yesterdays and averaging them, we presume we know them. Pity the man who has character to support, it is worse than a large family, he is the silent poor indeed.

There are few virtues that the Poles do not possess and there are few errors they have ever avoided.

Rituals are important. Nowadays it’s hip not to be married. I’m not interested in being hip.

The ancestor of every action is a thought.

A man sits as many risks as he runs.

Do not do unto others as you expect they should do unto you. Their tastes may not be the same.

Grow old along with me; the best is yet to be.

What is it they want from a man that they didn’t get from his work? What do they expect? What is there left of him when he’s done his work? What’s any artist, but the dregs of his work? the human shambles that follows it around. What’s left of the man when the work’s done but a shambles of apology.