One has to belong to the intelligentsia to believe things like that; no ordinary man could be such a fool. |
Part of the reason for the ugliness of adults, in a child's eyes, is that the child is usually looking upwards, and few faces are at their best when seen from below. |
Patriotism is usually stronger than class hatred, and always stronger than internationalism |
People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf. |
People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf. |
Perhaps a lunatic was simply a minority of one. |
Political chaos is connected with the decay of language... one can probably bring about some improvement by starting at the verbal end. |
Political language. . . is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind. |
Power is not a means, it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. |
Power is not a means, it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. |
Power-worship blurs political judgment because it leads, almost unavoidably, to the belief that present trends will continue. Whoever is winning at the moment will always seem to be invincible. |
Probably the battle of Waterloo was won on the playing-fields of Eton, but the opening battles of all subsequent wars have been lost there. |
Progress and reaction have both turned out to be swindles. Seemingly, there is nothing left but quietism -- robbing reality of its terrors by simply submitting to it. |
Progress is not an illusion, it happens, but it is slow and invariably disappointing. |
Prolonged, indiscriminate reviewing of books is a quite exceptionally thankless, irritating and exhausting job. It not only involves praising trash but constantly inventing reactions towards books about which one has no spontaneous feeling whatever. |