Everyone believes in the atrocities of the enemy and disbelieves in those of his own side, without ever bothering to examine the evidence.

England will still be England, an everlasting animal, stretching into the future and the past and like all living things having the power to change out of all recognition and yet remain the same.

Until one has some kind of professional relationship with books, one does not discover how bad the majority of them are.

To hang on from day to day and from week to week, spinning out a present that had no future, seemed an unconquerable instinct, just as one's lungs will always draw the next breath so long as there is air available.

Happiness can exist only in acceptance.

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

This work was strictly voluntary, but any animal who absented himself from it would have his rations reduced by half.