In the arts of life, man invents nothing; but in the arts of death he outdoes Nature herself, and produces by chemistry and machinery all the slaughter of plague, pestilence, and famine.
Quote by George Bernard Shaw
Few people think more than two or three times a year; I have made an...
Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which...
I'm not a teacher: only a fellow-traveller of whom you asked the way. I pointed...
If you are going to let the fear of poverty govern your life, your reward...
Beauty is all very well at first sight; but who looks at it when it...
The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.
Dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire.
The conversion of Paul was no conversion at all; it was Paul who converted the...
Justice is justice though it's always delayed and finally done only by mistake
The ordinary man is an anarchist. He wants to do as he likes. He may...
An Englishman thinks he is moral when he is only comfortable
I learned long ago, never to wrestle with a pig. You get dirty, and besides,...
I enjoy convalescence. It is the part that makes the illness worth while.
In a battle all you need to make you fight is a little hot blood...
A perpetual holiday is a good working definition of hell.
Hell is paved with good intentions, not bad ones
It is a woman's business to get married as soon as possible, and a man's...
Those who do not know how to live must make a merit of dying.
An election is a moral horror, as bad as a battle except for the blood;...
The love of economy is the root of all virtue.