Perhaps a lunatic was simply a minority of one. At one time it had been a sign of madness to believe that the Earth goes round the Sun; today, to believe the past is inalterable. He might be alone in holding that belief, and if alone, then a lunatic. But the thought of being a lunatic did not greatly trouble him; the horror was that he might also be wrong.

When I see a policeman with a club beating a man on the ground, I don't have to ask whose side I'm on.

Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy. Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings, is a friend.

The Penguin books are splendid value for sixpence, so splendid that if other publishers had any sense they would combine against them and suppress them.

Man's greatest drive is not love or hate but to change another person's writing.

It is also true that one can write nothing readable unless one constantly struggles to efface one's own personality. Good prose is like a windowpane.

It is a mysterious thing, the loss of faith—as mysterious as faith itself.