Advertising is the rattling of a stick inside a swill bucket.

The cheaper books become, the less money is spent on books.

And it is a great thing to die in your own bed, though it is better still to die in your boots.

All true tea lovers not only like their tea strong, but like it a little stronger with each year that passes.

The capitalists owned everything in the world, and everyone else was their slave. They owned all the land, all the houses, all the factories, and all the money. If anyone disobeyed them they could throw him into prison, or they could take his job away and starve him to death. When any ordinary person spoke to a capitalist he had to cringe and bow to him, and take off his cap and address him as 'Sir'

Reality is inside the skull.

It is a mysterious thing, the loss of faith—as mysterious as faith itself.