Nothing holds it together except an idea which is indestructible.

The enemy of the moment always represented absolute evil, and it followed that any past or future agreement with him was impossible.

Clover was a stout motherly mare approaching middle life, who had never quite got her figure back after her fourth foal.

Under the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you sold me: There lie they, and here lie we Under the spreading chestnut tree.

Last of all came the cat, who looked round, as usual, for the warmest place, and finally squeezed herself in between Boxer and Clover; there she purred contentedly throughout Major's speech without listening to a word of what he was saying.

News is something somebody doesn't want printed; all else is advertising.

Right thinking will be rewarded, wrong thinking punished.