The past was erased, the erasure was forgotten, the lie became the truth.

The common people, on the whole, are still living in the world of absolute good and evil from which the intellectuals have long since escaped.

Bad writers are nearly always haunted by the notion that Latin or Greek words are grander than Saxon ones.

What is not hereditary cannot be permanent.

We know that no one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it.

The inflated style is itself a kind of euphemism. A mass of Latin words falls upon the facts like soft snow, blurring the outlines and covering up all the details. The great enemy of clear language is insincerity.

To walk through the ruined cities of Germany is to feel an actual doubt about the continuity of civilization.