This was an actress who, for twenty years, had the world at her feet. She kicked it away, and the ball rolled out of her reach.

Shaw's plays are the price we pay for Shaw's prefaces.

The English instinctively admire any man who has no talent and is modest about it.

The Englishman can get along with sex quite perfectly so long as he can pretend that it isn't sex but something else.

Don't pity me now, don't pity me never; I'm going to do nothing for ever and ever.

I don't know very much but what I do know I know better than anybody, and I don't want to argue about it…My mind is not a bed to be made and re-made.

Your Englishman, confronted by something abnormal will always pretend that it isn't there. If, however, you force him to look into it, he'll at once pretend that he sees the object not for what it is but for something that he would like it to be.