New York is the great stone desert.

The Past: Our cradle, not our prison; there is danger as well as appeal in its glamour. The past is for inspiration, not imitation, for continuation, not repetition.

You cannot be anything if you want to be everything. But if you are content to be something, you may by analogy be many things.

The way Bernard Shaw believes in himself is very refreshing in these atheistic days when so many people believe in no God at all.

Every dogma has its day, but ideals are eternal.

Artistic truth is for me literally the highest truth: art may seize the essence of persons and movements no less truly, and certainly far more vitally, than a scientific generalization unifies a chaos of phenomena. Time and Space are only the conditions through which spiritual facts struggle. Hence I have here and there permitted myself liberties with these categories.

Selfishness is the only real atheism; aspiration, unselfishness, the only real religion.