While we ourselves are the living graves of murdered animals, how can we expect any ideal living conditions on this earth?
George Bernard ShawWhen I see that the nineteenth century has crowned the idolatry of Art with the deification of Love, so that every poet is supposed to have pierced to the holy of holies when he has announced that Love is the Supreme, or the Enough, or the All, I feel that Art was safer in the hands of the most fanatical of Cromwell's major generals than it will be if ever it gets into mine.
George Bernard Shaw