Maybe this world is another planet's Hell.

People will come to love their oppression, to adore the technologies that undo their capacities to think.

The only consistent people are the dead

What man has joined, nature is powerless to put asunder.

As political and economic freedom diminishes, sexual freedom tends correspondingly to increase. And the dictator will do well to encourage that freedom...it will help to reconcile his subjects to the servitude which is their fate.

A whole population of strangers inhabited and shaped that little body, lived in that mind and controlled its wishes, dictated its thoughts...The name was an abstraction, a title arbitrarily given, like "France" or "England," to a collection, never long the same, of many individuals who were born, lived, and died within him, as the inhabitants of a country appear and disappear, but keep alive in their passage the identity of the nation to which they belong.

In a word, they failed to take into account man's almost infinite appetite for distractions.