A man looking at a hippopotamus may sometimes be tempted to regard a hippopotamus as an enormous mistake; but he is also bound to confess that a fortunate inferiority prevents him personally from making such mistakes.

If you'd take your head home and boil it for a turnip it might be useful. I can't say. But it might.

...but this is the real objection to that torrent of modern talk about treating crime as disease, about making prison merely a hygienic environment like a hospital, of healing sin by slow scientific methods. The fallacy of the whole thing is that evil is a matter of active choice whereas disease is not.

That is the one eternal education: to be sure enough that something is true that you dare to tell it to a child.

Teach to the young, men's enduring truths, and let the learned amuse themselves with their passing errors.

The sort of man who admires Italian art while despising Italian religion is a tourist and a cad.

Plato was only a Bernard Shaw who unfortunately made his jokes in Greek.