The existence of good bad literature—the fact that one can be amused or excited or even moved by a book that one's intellect simply refuses to take seriously—is a reminder that art is not the same thing as cerebration.

Thoughtcrime does not entail death: thoughtcrime IS death.

The real power, the power we have to fight for night and day, is not power over things, but over men

It's a beautiful thing, the destruction of words.

The weariness of the cell is the vigour of the organism.

Four legs good, two legs bad.

From the proletarians nothing is to be feared. Left to themselves, they will continue from generation to generation and from century to century, working, breeding, and dying, not only without any impulse to rebel, but without the power of grasping that the world could be other than it is.