[Political] prose consists less and less of words chosen for the sake of their meaning, and more and more of phrases tacked together like the sections of a prefabricated hen-house.

Money, money, all is money! Could you write even a penny novelette without money to put heart in you?

But the thought of being a lunatic did not greatly trouble him; the horror was that he might also be wrong.

Creeds like pacifism or anarchism, which seem on the surface to imply a complete renunciation of power, rather encourage this habit of mind. For if you have embraced a creed which appears to be free from the ordinary dirtiness of politics ... the more you are in the right (and) everybody else should be bullied into thinking otherwise.

It is brought home to you...that it is only because miners sweat their guts out that superior persons can remain superior.

...men can only be highly civilized while other men, inevitably less civilized, are there to guard and feed them.

Good prose should be transparent, like a window pane.