You would not make the act of submission which is the price of sanity.

All propaganda is lies, even when one is telling the truth.

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

Always eyes watching you and the voice enveloping you. Asleep or awake, indoors or out of doors, in the bath or bed- no escape. Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimeters in your skull.

At fifty everyone has the face he deserves.

When I see an actual flesh-and-blood worker in conflict with his natural enemy, the policeman, I do not have to ask myself which side I am on.

The truth, it is felt, becomes untruth when your enemy utters it.