Language ought to be the joint creation of poets and manual workers.

Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.

Windmill or no windmill, he said, life would go on as it had always gone on--that is, badly.

Every war, when it comes, or before it comes, is represented not as a war but as an act of self-defense against a homicidal maniac.

The primary aim of modern warfare ... is to use up the products of the machine without raising the general standard of living.

The prime necessities for success in life are money, athleticism, tailor made clothes and a charming smile.

Political language... is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.