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

We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness.

I do not wish to comment on the work; if it does not speak for itself, it is a failure.

But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.

By using stale metaphors, similes and idioms, you save much mental effort, at the cost of leaving your meaning vague, not only for your reader but for yourself.

Money writes books, money sells them. Give me not righteousness, O Lord, give me money, only money.

The heresy of heresies was common sense.