Within certain limits, it is actually true that the less money you have, the less you worry.

Perhaps a lunatic was simply a minority of one.

The machine has got to be accepted, but it is probably better to accept it rather as one accepts a drug - that is, grudgingly and suspiciously. Like a drug, the machine is useful, dangerous, and habit-forming. The oftener one surrenders to it the tighter its grip becomes.

The problem was how to keep the wheels of industry turning without increasing the real wealth of the world. Goods must be produced, but they must not be distributed. And in practice the only way of achieving this was by continuous warfare.

It was intended that when Newspeak had been adopted once and for all and Oldspeak forgotten, a heretical thought...should be literally unthinkable, at least so far as thought is dependent on words.

Money writes books, money sells them. Give me not righteousness, O Lord, give me money, only money.

Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness.