The idea of personal salvation is intensely repugnant to me when it is not absurd. Imagine Roosevelt, the big brute, preserving his personality in a future state and swaggering about as a celestial Rough Rider!
If you leave the smallest corner of your head vacant for a moment, other people's opinions will rush in from all quarters.
The man with a toothache thinks everyone happy whose teeth are sound. The poverty-stricken man makes the same mistake about the rich man.
The Old Testament God is a person with body parts and passions. The Church of England God has neither body, parts nor passions, and is therefore not a person.
Which painting in the National Gallery would I save if there was a fire? The one nearest the door of course.
A man who has no office to go, to I don't care who he is, is a trial of which you can have no conception.
We must always think about things, and we must think about things as they are, not as they are said to be.
What is the use of writing plays, what is the use of writing anything, if there is not a will which finally moulds chaos itself into a race of gods.
If I were a woman, I'd simply refuse to speak to any man or do anything for men until I'd got the vote.
Find enough clever things to say, and you're a Prime Minister; write them down and you're a Shakespeare.
If a woman can, by careful selection of a father and nourishment of herself, produce a citizen with efficient senses, sound organs and a good digestion, she should clearly be secured a sufficient reward for that natural service to make her willing to undertake and repeat it.
I have a strong feeling that I shall be glad when I am dead and done for - scrapped at last to make room for somebody better, cleverer, more perfect than myself.
Why, except as a means of livelihood, a man should desire to act on the stage when he has the whole world to act in, is not clear to me.
All my life affection has been showered upon me, and every forward step I have made has been taken in spite of it.
I want to destroy ownership in order that possession and enjoyment may be raised to the highest point in every section of the community.
My method of getting a play across the footlights is like a revolver shooting: every line has a bullet in it and comes with an explosion.
The worst sin toward our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them: that's the essence of inhumanity.
The liar's punishment is not in the least that he is not believed, but that he cannot believe anyone else.
The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want and if they can't find them, make them.