George Bernard Shaw
George Bernard Shaw
George Bernard Shaw, known at his insistence simply as Bernard Shaw, was an Irish playwright, critic and polemicist whose influence on Western theatre, culture and politics extended from the 1880s to his death and beyond. He wrote more than sixty plays, including major works such as Man and Superman, Pygmalionand Saint Joan. With a range incorporating both contemporary satire and historical allegory, Shaw became the leading dramatist of his generation, and in 1925 was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth26 July 1856
CityDublin, Ireland
CountryIreland
Only fools repeat the same things over and over, expecting to obtain different results.
Some persons, by hating vice too much, come to love men too little. Hatred is self-punishment. Hatred is the cowards revenge for being intimidated.
If you cannot attain knowledge without torturing a dog, you must do without knowledge.
We are the living graves of murdered beasts.
The more ignorant men are, the more convinced are they that their little parish and their little chapel is an apex to which civilization and philosophy has painfully struggled up the pyramid of time from a desert of savagery.
The righteous man takes his life in his hand whenever he utters the truth.
Every profession is a conspiracy against the laity.
I never accepted a knighthood because to me, is honour enough?
It seems as though every time you learn something new you have to give up something.
I hope you have lost your good looks, for while they last any fool can adore you, and the adoration of fools is bad for the soul.
I like to quote myself frequently and often, it makes me sound much more intelligent than I actually am.
We all go about longing for love: it is the first need of our natures, the loudest cry of our hearts.
The hand of the painter is incurably mechanical: his technique is incurably artificial... The camera... is so utterly unmechanical.
When your eyes are fixed in the stare of unconsciousness, and your throat coughs the last gasping breath - as one dragged in the dark to a great precipice - what assistance are a wife and child?