Shaw Writes Plays For The Ages, The

A Man Reserves His True And Deepest Love Not For The Species Of Woman In Whose Company He Finds Himself Electrified And Enkindled, But For That One In Whose Company He May Feel Tenderly Drowsy.

No Man Can Think Clearly When His Fists Are Clenched.

It Is The Mark Of A Superior Person That, Left To Themselves They Are Able Endlessly To Amuse, Interest And Entertain Themselves Out Of Their Personal Stock Of Meditations, Ideas, Criticisms, Memories, Philosophy, Humor And What Not.

An Optimist Is A Fellow Who Believes A Housefly Is Looking For A Way To Get Out.

So Long As There Is One Pretty Girl Left On The Stage, The Professional Undertakers May Hold Up Their Burial Of The Theater.