All progress is due to the unreasonable person.

History, sir, will tell lies as usual.

War can so easily be gilt with romance and heroism and solemn national duty and patriotism and the like by persons whose superficial literary and oratorical talent covers an abyss of Godforsaken folly.

It is not pleasure that makes life worth living. It is life that makes pleasure worth having.

Never waste jealousy on a real man: it is the imaginary man that supplants us all in the long run.

If 'Pygmalion' is not good enough for your friends with its own verbal music, their talent must be altogether extraordinary.

What we call education and culture is for the most part nothing but the substitution of reading for experience, of literature for life, of the obsolete fictitious for the contemporary real.