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

The worst vice of the solitary is the worship of his food.

We are all serving a life sentence in the dungeon of the self.

Slums may well be breeding grounds of crime, but middle class suburbs are incubators of apathy and delirium.

Those of us who were brought up as Christians and have lost our faith have retained the sense of sin without the saving belief in redemption. This poisons our thought and so paralyses us in action.

When young we are faithful to individuals, when older we grow loyal to situations and to types.

We fear something before we hate.