Four legs good, two legs bad.

The enemies of intellectual liberty always try to present their case as a plea for discipline versus individualism. The issue truth-versus-untruth is as far as possible kept in the background.

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

I managed to get my copy of Ulysses through safely this time. I rather wish I had never read it. It gives me an inferiority complex. When I read a book like that and then come back to my own work, I feel like a eunuch who has taken a course in voice production.

All nationalistic distinctions - all claims to be better than somebody else because you have a different-shaped skull or speak a different dialect - are entirely spurious, but they are important so long as people believe in them.

I have tipped waiters, and I have been tipped by waiters.

When I joined the militia I had promised myself to kill one Fascist - after all, if each of us killed one they would soon be extinct.