Shaw writes plays for the ages, the ages between five and twelve.
A man may be said to love most truly that woman in whose company he can feel drowsy in comfort.
A man's wife is his compromise with the illusion of his first sweetheart.
Art is the sex of the imagination.
Sex touches the heavens only when it simultaneously touches the gutter and the mud.
The notion that as a man grows older his illusions leave him is not quite true. What is true is that his early illusions are supplanted by new, and to him, equally convincing illusions.