The ideal set up by the Party was something huge, terrible, and glittering-a world of steel and concrete, of monstrous machines and terrifying weapons-a nation of warriors and fanatics, marching forward in perfect unity, all thinking the same thoughts and shouting the same slogans, perpetually working, fighting, triumphing, persecuting-three hundred million people all with the same face.

We are the dead. Our only true life is in the future.

We may find in the long run that tinned food is a deadlier weapon than the machine-gun.

The very concept of objective truth is fading out of the world. Lies will pass into history.

Some hams hanging in the kitchen were taken out for burial

The Communism of the English intellectual is something explicable enough. It is the patriotism of the deracinated.

It was given out that the animals there practised cannibalism, tortured one another with red-hot horseshoes, and had their females in common. This was what came of rebelling against the laws of Nature, Frederick and Pilkington said.