There is immunity in reading, immunity in formal society, in office routine, in the company of old friends and in the giving of officious help to strangers, but there is no sanctuary in one bed from the memory of another. The past with its anguish will break through every defense-line of custom and habit; we must sleep and therefore we must dream.

Hate is the consequence of fear; we fear something before we hate; a child who fears noises becomes the man who hates them.

The one way to get thin is to re-establish a purpose in life.

Hate is crystallized fear, fear's dividend, fear objectivized. We hate what we fear and so where hate is, fear will be lurking.

The civilized are those who get more out of life than the uncivilized, and for this we are not likely to be forgiven.

He [George Orwell] would not blow his nose without moralising on conditions in the handkerchief industry.

Life is a maze in which we take the wrong turning before we have learned to walk.