Art Is The Sex Of The Imagination.

Shaw Writes Plays For The Ages, The Ages Between Five And Twelve.

Common Sense, In So Far As It Exists, Is All For The Bourgeoisie. Nonsense Is The Privilege Of The Aristocracy. The Worries Of The World Are For The Common People.

The Triumph Of Sugar Over Diabetes.

The Russian Dramatist Is One Who, Walking Through A Cemetery, Does Not See The Flowers On The Graves. The American Dramatist . . . Does Not See The Graves Under The Flowers.

Criticism Is The Windows And Chandeliers Of Art: It Illuminates The Enveloping Darkness In Which Art Might Otherwise Rest Only Vaguely Discernible, And Perhaps Altogether Unseen.