...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.

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

In the din and tumult of the age, the still small voice of Jerusalem remains our only music.

Scratch the Christian and you find the pagan - spoiled.

You should examine yourself daily. If you find faults, you should correct them. When you find none, you should try even harder.

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

Let us start a new religion with one commandment, "Enjoy thyself.