A humanitarian is always a hypocrite.

The Communism of the English intellectual is something explicable enough. It is the patriotism of the deracinated.

It said what he would have said, if it had been possible for him to set his scattered thoughts in order. It was the product of a mind similar to his own, but enormously more powerful, more systematic, less fear-ridden. The best books, he perceived, are those that tell you what you know already.

Nationalism is power hunger tempered by self-deception.

Take away freedom of speech, and the creative faculties dry up.

England is perhaps the only great country whose intellectuals are ashamed of their own nationality.

There are some situations from which one can only escape by acting like a devil or a lunatic.