George Bernard Shaw

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

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

When I was young, I observed that nine out of ten things I did were failures. So I did ten times more work.

Leisure may be defined as free activity, labor as compulsory activity. Leisure does what it likes, labor does what it must, the compulsion being that of Nature, which in these latitudes leaves men no choice between labor and starvation.

Dying is a troublesome business: there is pain to be suffered, and it wrings one’s heart; but death is a splendid thing –a warfare accomplished, a beginning all over again, a triumph. You can always see that in their faces.

Well, dearie, men have to do some awfully mean things to keep up their respectability. But you can’t blame them for that, can you?

All generalizations are false, including this one.

Pain never really goes away; you just elevate and get used to it by growing stronger.

Every man thinks meanly of himself for not having been a soldier, or not having been at sea.

When you cease to make a contribution, you begin to die.

My books are water; those of the great geniuses is wine. Everybody drinks water.

The thief. Once committed beyond a certain point he should not worry himself too much about not being a thief any more. Thieving is God’s message to him. Let him try and be a good thief.

Kings are not born they are made by universal hallucination.

Few of us have vitality enough to make any of our instincts imperious.

It is a wise tune that knows its own father, and I like my music to be the legitimate offspring of respectable parents.

I am the flame, electric blue, lightening, razor-like, renewing my spirit. Heart beating in time to the earth’s rhythm and expanse of black ink sky, overreaching eternal. My fingertips spark with seeds of creation, fireworks coloring canvas, beckoned by this light that lifts me.

Once we recognize that all things are impermanent, we have no problem enjoying them.

Count on it, if a person talks of their misfortune, there is something in it that is not disagreeable to them.

Every time I think I have reached the peak, I look up and see I still have a ways to go. But I look back and see just how far I have come.

Wit is the sudden marriage of ideas which, before their union, were not perceived to have any relation.

There are times when one would like to hang the whole human race, and finish the farce.