There's Many A True Word Spoken In

The Only Decent People I Ever Saw At The Racecourse Were Horses.

Shaw's Works Make Me Admire The Magnificent Tolerance And Broadmindedness Of The English.

I Desire To Press In My Arms The Loveliness Which Has Not Yet Come Into The World.

My Eyes Were Often Full Of Tears (i Could Not Tell Why) And At Times A Flood From My Heart Seemed To Pour Itself Out.

Saying That A Great Genius Is Mad, While At The Same Time Recognizing His Artistic Worth, Is Like Saying That He Had Rheumatism Or Suffered From Diabetes. Madness, In Fact, Is A Medical Term That Can Claim No More Notice From The Objective Critic Than He Grants The Charge Of Heresy Raised By The Theologian, Or The Charge Of Immorality Raised By The Police.