Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath, no man manages his affairs as well as a tree does.

A soldier is an anachronism of which we must get rid.

Your wits can't thicken in that soft moist air, on those white springy roads, in those misty rushes and brown bogs, on those hillsides of granite rocks and magenta heather. You've no such colours in the sky, no such lure in the distances, no such sadness in the evenings. Oh the dreaming! the dreaming! the torturing, heart-scalding, never satisfying dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming!

Life's no brief candle-it's a splendid torch!

If associations to control burglary and murder were tolerated we should take it for granted that the members should all be burglers and murderers.

I wish to boast that Pygmalion has been an extremely successful play all over Europe and North America as well as at home. It is so intensely and deliberately didactic, and its subject is esteemed so dry, that I delight in throwing it at the heads of the wiseacres who repeat the parrot cry that art should never be didactic. It goes to prove my contention that art should never be anything else.

Life is a first draft... with NO rewrite.