The upper class desire to remain so, the middle class wish to overthrow the upper class, and the lower class want a classless system.

Despotic governments can stand 'moral force' till the cows come home; what they fear is physical force.

The Party is not interested in the overt act. The thought is all we care about.

The secret of a successful restaurant is sharp knives.

The plant is blind but it knows enough to keep pushing upwards towards the light, and it will continue to do this in the face of endless discouragements.

When I talk to anyone or read the writings of anyone who has any axe to grind, I feel that intellectual honesty and balanced judgement have simply disappeared from the face of the earth. Everyone's thought is forensic, everyone is simply putting a "case" with deliberate suppression of his opponent's point of view, and, what is more, with complete insensitiveness to any sufferings except those of himself and his friends.

Last of all came the cat, who looked round, as usual, for the warmest place, and finally squeezed herself in between Boxer and Clover; there she purred contentedly throughout Major's speech without listening to a word of what he was saying.