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Not Philosophy, After All, Not Humanity, Just Sheer Joyous Power Of Song, Is The Primal Thing In Poetry.

As A Teacher, As A Propagandist, Mr. Shaw Is No Good At All, Even In His Own Generation. But As A Personality, He Is Immortal.

Has The Gift Of Laughter Been Withdrawn From Me? I Protest That I Do Still, At The Age Of Forty-seven, Laugh Often And Loud And Long. But Not, I Believe, So Long And Loud And Often As In My Less Smiling Youth. And I Am Proud, Nowadays, Of Laughing, And Grateful To Any One Who Makes Me Laugh. That Is A Bad Sign. I No Longer Take Laughter As A Matter Of Course.

History Does Not Repeat Itself. The Historians Repeat One Another.

We Must Stop Talking About The American Dream And Start Listening To The Dreams Of Americans.