People will insist on treating the mons Veneris as though it were Mount Everest. Too silly!

Hell isn't merely paved with good intentions; it's walled and roofed with them. Yes, and furnished too.

A squat grey building of only thirty-four stories. Over the main entrance the words, CENTRAL LONDON HATCHERY AND CONDITIONING CENTRE, and, in a shield, the World State's motto, COMMUNITY, IDENTITY, STABILITY.

All that happens means something; nothing you do is ever insignificant.

That all men are equal is a proposition to which, at ordinary times, no sane human being has ever given his assent.

Religion is always a patron of the arts, but its taste is by no means impeccable.

Perhaps dirt is the necessary condition of beauty.... Perhaps hygiene and art can never be bedfellows. No Verdi, after all, without spitting into trumpets. No Duse without a crowd of malodorous bourgeois giving one another their coryzas. And think of the inexpugnable retreats for microbes prepared by Michelangelo in the curls of Moses' beard!