One defeats a fanatic precisely by not being a fanatic oneself, but on the contrary by using one's intelligence.

It was soon noticed that when ever there was work to be done the cat could never be found.

Truth becomes untruth if uttered by your enemy

Mrs Weaver nosed among the books, too dim-witted to grasp that they were in alphabetical order.

Nationalism is power hunger tempered by self-deception.

Sooner or later a false belief bumps up against solid reality, usually on a battlefield.

It struck him that the truly characteristic thing about modern life was not its cruelty and insecurity, but simply its bareness, its dinginess, its listlessness. Life, if you looked about you, bore no resemblance not only to the lies that streamed out of the telescreens, but even to the ideals that the party was trying to achieve.