All writers are vain, selfish and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives lies a mystery.

But the thought of being a lunatic did not greatly trouble him; the horror was that he might also be wrong.

In this game that we're playing, we can't win. Some kinds of failure are better than other kinds, that's all.

A man who gives a good account of himself is probably lying, since any life when viewed from the inside is simply a series of defeats.

The essential point here is that all people with small, insecure incomes are in the same boat and ought to be fighting on the same side. Probably we could do with a little less talk about' capitalist' and 'proletarian' and a little more about the robbers and the robbed.

Orthodoxy is unconsciousness.

Records told the same tale, then the lie passed into history and became truth.