Four legs gooood, two legs baaad!

... what is peculiar to our own age is the abandonment of the idea that history could be told truthfully.

But the thing that I saw in your face no power can disinherit: No bomb that ever burst shatters the crystal spirit.

One wants to live, of course, indeed one only stays alive by virtue of the fear of death.

It is impossible to found a civilization on fear and hatred and cruelty. It would never endure.' 'Why not?' 'It would have no vitality. It would disintegrate. It would commit suicide.

Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout with some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.

Winston could not definitely remember a time when his country had not been at war...war had literally been continuous, though strictly speaking it had not always been the same war. The enemy of the moment always represented absolute evil.