Bernard Shaw

Shaw’s employment of the language proves no less self-sufficient in this uncostumed and unset “reading” of “Don Juan in Hell.” Yet there is a striking difference. Shaw has no interest in conjuring images to evoke a physical setting. He makes fun of Dante for having described hell as a place of mud, frost, filth, fire, and venomous serpents. He is equally contemptuous of Milton for having introduced cannon and gunpowder as a means of expelling the Devil from heaven. Shaw’s hell is visually nonexistent. In his own words “there is nothing; omnipresent nothing. No sky, no peaks, no light, no sound, no time nor space, utter void.” There is only somewhere the faint throbbing buzz of a Mozartian strain and a pallor which “reveals a man in the void, an incorporeal but visible man, seated, absurdly enough, on nothing.

Malone: Me father died of starvation in Ireland in the black 47. Maybe you've heard of it.
Violet: The Famine?
Malone: No, the starvation. When a country is full o food, and exporting it, there can be no famine.

If if's and and's were pots and pans, there'd be no need for tinkers.

"While browsing in a second-hand bookshop one day, George Bernard Shaw was amused to find a copy of one of his own works which he himself had inscribed for a friend: "To — — , with esteem, George Bernard Shaw."

He immediately purchased the book and returned it to the friend with a second inscription: "With renewed esteem, George Bernard Shaw.

Люди старого уклада думают, что у человека может существовать душа без денег. Они думают, что чем меньше у тебя денег, тем больше души. А молодежь в наше время иного мнения. Душа, видите ли, очень дорого обходится. Содержать ее стоит гораздо дороже, чем, скажем, автомобиль. Она поглощает и музыку, и картины, и книги, и горы, и озера, и красивые наряды, и общество приятных людей, - в этой стране вы лишены всего этого, если у вас нет денег. Вот потому-то наши души так изголодались.

Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.

For now you have only Mahomet and his dupes, and the Maid and her dupes; but what will it be when every girl thinks herself a Joan and every man a Mahomet?

Only in books has mankind known perfect truth, love and beauty.

Do not threaten me, sir,” said the old gentleman spiritedly, rising and confronting his adversary. “What right have you to interfere with the affairs of strangers — perfect strangers? Are you mad, sir; or are you merely ignorant?” “Neither. I am as well versed in the usages of the world as you; and I have sworn not to comply with them when they demand a tacit tolerance of oppression. The laws of society, sir, are designed to make the world easy for cowards and liars. And lest by the infirmity of my nature I should become either the one or the other, or perhaps both, I never permit myself to witness tyranny without rebuking it, or to hear falsehood without exposing it. If more people were of my mind, you would never have dared to take it for granted that I would witness your insolence towards your daughter without interfering to protect her.

Self-denial is not a virtue: it is only the effect of prudence on rascality.

It's all that the young can do for the old, to shock them and keep them up to date.

One hardly knows which is the more appalling: the abjectness of the credulity or the flippancy of the scepticism. — Shaw's Preface

Suppose the world were only one of God's jokes, would you work any the less to make it a good joke instead of a bad one?

We learn from experience that men never learn anything from experience.

If you can’t appreciate what you’ve got, you’d better get what you can appreciate.