The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.

Shaw's works make me admire the magnificent tolerance and broadmindedness of the english.

To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life.

A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.

The State is concentric, but the individual is eccentric.

Our civilization, bequeathed to us by fierce adventurers, eaters of meat and hunters, is so full of hurry and combat, so busy about many things which perhaps are of no importance, that it cannot but see something feeble in a civilization which smiles as it refuses to make the battlefield the test of excellence.

You get a decent do at the Brazen Head