It is only an auctioneer who can equally and impartially admire all schools of art.
As yet, Bernard Shaw hasn't become prominent enough to have any enemies, but none of his friends like him.
California is an Italy without its art.
He wanted to be where no one would know who he was. He wanted to escape from himself.
The past could always be annihilated. Regret, denial, or forgetfulness could do that. But the future was inevitable.
When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always happy.