Sanity was statistical. It was merely a question of learning to think as they thought.

Sanity is not statistical.

I'm fat, but I'm thin inside. Has it ever struck you that there's a thin man inside every fat man, just as they say there's a statue inside every block of stone?

England is perhaps the only great country whose intellectuals are ashamed of their own nationality.

Fate seemed to be playing a series of extraordinarily unamusing jokes.

Actions are held to be good or bad, not on their own merits, but according to who does them. There is almost no kind of outrage-torture, imprisonment without trial, assassination, the bombing of civilians-which does not change its moral color when it is committed by 'our' side. The nationalist not only does not disapprove of atrocities committed by his own side, he has a remarkable capacity for not even hearing about them.

The only imaginative prose writer of the slightest value who has appeared among the English-speaking races for some years past.