Men of genius are not quick judges of character. Deep thinking and high imagining blunt that trivial instinct by which you and I size people up.

Only mediocrity can be trusted to be always at its best. Genius must always have lapses proportionate to its triumphs.

As a teacher, as a propagandist, Mr. Shaw is no good at all, even in his own generation. But as a personality, he is immortal.

Have you noticed ... there is never any third act in a nightmare? They bring you to a climax of terror and then leave you there. They are the work of poor dramatists.

Strange when you come to think of it, that of all countless folk who have lived on this planet, not one is known in history or in legend as having died of laughter.

The Non-Conformist Conscience makes cowards of us all.

It distresses me, this failure to keep pace with the leaders of thought, as they pass into oblivion.