For the ordinary man is passive. Within a narrow circle (home life, and perhaps the trade unions or local politics) he feels himself master of his fate, but against major events he is as helpless as against the elements. So far from endeavoring to influence the future, he simply lies down and lets things happen to him.

Early in life I had noticed that no event is ever correctly reported in a newspaper.

To die hating them, that was freedom.

We have sunk so low it has become the obligation of every decent, thinking individual to re-state the obvious!

The existence of good bad literature—the fact that one can be amused or excited or even moved by a book that one's intellect simply refuses to take seriously—is a reminder that art is not the same thing as cerebration.

All the papers that matter live off their advertisements, and the advertisers exercise an indirect censorship over news.

The main motive for nonattachment is a desire to escape from the pain of living, and above all from love, which, sexual or non-sexual, is hard work.