Reverence is a good thing, and part of its value is that the more we revere a man, the more sharply are we struck by anything in him (and there is always much) that is incongruous with his greatness.

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.

Every one, even the richest and most munificent of men, pays much by cheque more light-heartedly than he pays little in specie.

It seems to be a law of nature that no man, unless he has some obvious physical deformity, ever is loth to sit for his portrait.

The Non-Conformist Conscience makes cowards of us all.

To give an accurate and exhaustive account of that period would need a far less brilliant pen than mine.

Some people are born to lift heavy weights, some are born to juggle golden balls.