When it comes to the pinch, human beings are heroic.

...the consciousness of being at war, and therefore in danger, makes the handing-over of all power to a small caste seem the natural, unavoidable condition of survival.

The weariness of the cell is the vigour of the organism.

He drove his mind into the abyss where poetry is written.

Poverty frees them from ordinary standards of behaviour, just as money frees people from work.

History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Party is always right.

The object of powder is powder.