Dullness will, however, free me from the charge which I most lament; the charge of being flippant.

Mere light sophistry is the thing that I happen to despise most of all things, and it is perhaps a wholesome fact that this is the thing of which I am generally accused.

I know nothing so contemptible as a mere paradox; a mere ingenious defence of the indefensible.

If it were true (as has been said) that Mr.Bernard Shaw lived upon paradox, then he ought to be a mere common millionaire; for a man of his mental activity could invent a sophistry every six minutes.
It is as easy as lying; because it is lying.

The truth is, of course, that Mr.Shaw is cruelly hampered by the fact that he cannot tell any lie unless he thinks it is the truth.