Shaw Writes Plays For The

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.

Beauty Makes Idiots Sad And Wise Men Merry.

The Path Of Sound Credence Is Through The Thick Forest Of Skepticism.

Opening Night: The Night Before The Play Is Ready To Open.

No Man Can Think Clearly When His Fists Are Clenched.