Vanity Is A Static Thing. It Puts

Shaw Does Not Merely Decorate A Proposition, But Makes His Way From Point To Point Through New And Difficult Territory. This Explains Why Shaw Must Either Be Taken Whole Or Left Alone. He Must Be Disassembled And Put Together Again With Nothing Left Out, Under Pain Of Incomprehension; For His Politics, His Art, And His Religion - To Say Nothing Of The Shape Of His Sentences - Are Unique Expressions Of This Enormously Enlarged And Yet Concentrated Consciousness.

I Once Worked As A Salesman And Was Very Independent. I Took Orders From No One.

If It Were Possible To Talk To The Unborn, One Could Never Explain To Them How It Feels To Be Alive, For Life Is Washed In The Speechless Real.

Democracy, To Maintain Itself, Must Repeatedly Conquer Every Cell And Corner Of The Nation. How Many Of Our Public Institutions And Private Businesses, Our Schools, Hospitals, And Domestic Hearths Are In Reality Little Fascist States Where Freedom Of Speech Is More Rigorously Excluded Than Vermin?

We Are Accustomed To The Artist Scoundrel Or Specialist In Vice, And Unaccustomed To The Creator In Whom Passion And Reason And Moral Integrity Hold In Balance. But Greatness Of Intellect And Feeling, Or Soul And Conduct - Magnanimity, In Short - Does Occur; It Is Not A Myth For Boy Scouts, And Its Reality Is Important, If Only To Give Us The True Range Of The Term "human," Which We So Regularly Define By Its Lower Reaches.