...the wonderful poems interpreting with equal magic the romance of strange lands and times, or the modern soul, naked and unashamed, as if clothed in its own complexity; the humorous-tragic questionings of the universe; the delicious travel-pictures and fantasies; the lucid criticisms of art, and politics, and philosophy, informed with malicious wisdom, shimmering with poetry and wit.

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

O God... make me a child again, even before I die; give me back the simple faith, the clear vision of the child that holds its father's hand.

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.

[T]he German censorship forbade or mutilated my every book, which was like sticking pins into my soul.

Scratch the Christian and you find the pagan - spoiled.