I don’t write this letter to put bitterness into your heart, but to pluck it out of mine. For my own sake I must forgive you.

One should always be in love. That is the reason one should never marry.

What a silly thing love is!' said the student as he walked away. 'It is not half as useful as logic, for it does not prove anything, and it is always telling one of things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true. In fact, it is quite unpractical, and, as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to philosophy and study metaphysics.' So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began to read.

As yet, Bernard Shaw hasn't become prominent enough to have any enemies, but none of his friends like him.

It is sometimes said that the tragedy of an artist's life is that he cannot realise his ideal. But the true tragedy that dogs the steps of most artists is that they realise their ideal too absolutely. For, when the ideal is realised, it is robbed of its wonder and its mystery, and becomes simply a new starting-point for an ideal that is other than itself.

If one were to live his life fully and completely were to give form to every feeling, expression to every thought, reality to every dream.

The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely. All art is quite useless.