By the time you have perfected any style of writing, you have always outgrown it.

All men are enemies. All animals are comrades

People invent new machines and improve existing ones almost unconsciously, rather as a Somnambulist will go walking in his sleep. The interesting puzzle in our times is that we so willingly sleepwalk through the process of reconstituting the conditions of human existence.

All the war-propaganda, all the screaming and lies and hatred, comes invariably from people who are not fighting.

Perhaps it is only when people are somewhere near the starvation level that they have anything to sing about.

Within any important issue, there are always aspects no one wishes to discuss.

Winston Smith: Does Big Brother exist? O'Brien: Of course he exists. Winston Smith: Does he exist like you or me? O'Brien: You do not exist.