The past was erased, the erasure was forgotten, the lie became the truth.
We are all capable of believing things which we know to be untrue, and then, when we are finally proved wrong, impudently twisting the facts so as to show that we were right.
Windmill or no windmill, he said, life would go on as it had always gone on--that is, badly.
...every human being is doomed to die, which is the greatest of all failures.
Language ought to be the joint creation of poets and manual workers.
History has to move in a certain direction, even if it has to be pushed that way by neurotics.