I'm having to cope with the fact that some people might consider me a musician.
Most human beings are quite likable if you don't see too much of them.
We forget that Socrates was famed for wisdom not because he was omniscient but because he realized at the age of seventy that he still knew nothing.
A cat is only technically an animal, being divine.
Mr. Shaw came for a short time recently to be regarded less as an author than as an incident in the European War. In the opinion of many people it seemed as if the Allies were fighting against a combination composed of Germany, Austria-Hungary, Turkey, and Mr. Shaw.
The happiness even of the naturalist depends in some measure upon his ignorance, which still leaves him new worlds of this kind to conquer. He may have reached the very Z of knowledge in the books, but he still feels half ignorant until he has confirmed each bright particular with his eyes.
It may be that all games are silly. But then, so are humans.
The things that get rewarded, get done
I think. . . I love Los Angeles. I live in New York, and I love New York as well, but I think Los Angeles is a place where if you have the right person with you, there are all these little worlds that you would never guess by just looking at the exterior of what the city is.
Aristocracy and exclusiveness tend to final overthrow, in language as in politics.
Nobody wins until we all do.