Mrs. Warren's Profession / George Bernard Shaw

Title: Mrs. Warren's Profession 

Author: George Bernard Shaw

Subjects: Drama; Play 

In this book Mrs. Warren is a mother of a young modern daughter, Vivie. She is proprietress of a string of successful brothels. She was a former prostitute. It illustrate Shaw's belief that the act of prostitution was not caused by moral failure but by economic necessity.

Arms and the Man / George Bernard Shaw

Title: Arms and the Man 

Author: George Bernard Shaw

Subjects: Play; Drama; Comedy

Arms and the Man is a humorous play that shows the futility of war and deals comedically with the hypocrisies of human nature. A must read play from Shaw. It is filled with witty and amusing dialogue. It attack the idea of war as heroic and magnificent act. 

Pygmalion / George Bernard Shaw

Title: Pygmalion

Author: George Bernard Shaw

Subjects: Play; Classic; Comedy; Drama; Society

Named after a Greek mythological figure, Pygmalion. In ancient Greek mythology, Pygmalion fell in love with one of his sculptures, which then came to life. Pygmalion talk about human relationships in a social world.

Maxims for Revolutionists / George Bernard Shaw

THE GOLDEN RULE

Do not do unto others as you would that they should do unto you. Their tastes may not be the same.

Never resist temptation: prove all things: hold fast that which is good.

Do not love your neighbor as yourself. If you are on good terms with yourself it is an impertinence: if on bad, an injury.

The golden rule is that there are no golden rules.

Treatise On Parents And Children / George Bernard Shaw

Trailing Clouds of Glory

Childhood is a stage in the process of that continual remanufacture of

the Life Stuff by which the human race is perpetuated. The Life Force

either will not or cannot achieve immortality except in very low

organisms: indeed it is by no means ascertained that even the amoeba

is immortal. Human beings visibly wear out, though they last longer

than their friends the dogs. Turtles, parrots, and elephants are

believed to be capable of outliving the memory of the oldest human

inhabitant. But the fact that new ones are born conclusively proves

that they are not immortal. Do away with death and you do away with

the need for birth: in fact if you went on breeding, you would

finally have to kill old people to make room for young ones.

The Miraculous Revenge / George Bernard Shaw

I arrived in Dublin on the evening of the fifth of August, and drove to the residence of my uncle, the Cardinal Archbishop. He is like most of my family, deficient in feeling, and consequently averse to me personally. He lives in a dingy house, with a side-long view of the portico of his cathedral from the front windows, and of a monster national school from the back. My uncle maintains no retinue. The people believe that he is waited upon by angels. When I knocked at the door, an old woman, his only servant, opened it, and informed me that her master was then officiating at the cathedral, and that he had directed her to prepare dinner for me in his absence. An unpleasant smell of salt fish made me ask her what the dinner consisted of. She assured me that she had cooked all that could be permitted in his Holiness's house on Friday. On my asking her further why on Friday, she replied that Friday was a fast day. I bade her tell His Holiness that I had hoped to have the pleasure of calling on him shortly, and drove to the hotel in Sackville-street, where I engaged apartments and dined.

Dark Lady of the Sonnets / George Bernard Shaw

How the Play came to be Written

I had better explain why, in this little piece d'occasion, written for a performance in aid of the funds of the project for establishing a National Theatre as a memorial to Shakespear, I have identified the Dark Lady with Mistress Mary Fitton. First, let me say that I do not contend that the Dark Lady was Mary Fitton, because when the case in Mary's favor (or against her, if you please to consider that the Dark Lady was no better than she ought to have been) was complete, a portrait of Mary came to light and turned out to be that of a fair lady, not of a dark one. That settles the question, if the portrait is authentic, which I see no reason to doubt, and the lady's hair undyed, which is perhaps less certain. Shakespear rubbed in the lady's complexion in his sonnets mercilessly; for in his day black hair was as unpopular as red hair was in the early days of Queen Victoria.