War is war. The only good human being is a dead one.
I doubt whether classical education ever has been or can be successfully carried out without corporal punishment.
As I write, highly civilized human beings are flying overhead, trying to kill me.
Whatever is funny is subversive, every joke is ultimately a custard pie… a dirty joke is a sort of mental rebellion.
A family with the wrong members in control; that, perhaps, is as near as one can come to describing England in a phrase.
One cannot really be a Catholic and grown up.
Saints should always be judged guilty until they are proved innocent.
He was an embittered atheist, the sort of atheist who does not so much disbelieve in God as personally dislike Him.
Oceania was at war with Eurasia; therefore Oceania had always been at war with Eurasia.
Mankind is not likely to salvage civilization unless he can evolve a system of good and evil which is independent of heaven and hell.
The atmosphere of orthodoxy is always damaging to prose, and above all it is completely ruinous to the novel, the most anarchical of all forms of literature.
The essential act of war is destruction, not necessarily of human lives, but of the products of human labor.
Dickens is one of those authors who are well worth stealing.
It is also true that one can write nothing readable unless one constantly struggles to efface one’s own personality. Good prose is like a windowpane.
When it comes to the pinch, human beings are heroic.