It is a feeling of relief, almost of pleasure, at knowing yourself at last genuinely down and out. You have talked so often of going to the dogs - and well, here are the dogs, and you have reached them, and you can stand it. It takes off a lot of anxiety.

As I write, highly civilized human beings are flying overhead, trying to kill me.

Never use a metaphor, simile, or other figure of speech which you are used to seeing in print.

All the war-propaganda, all the screaming and lies and hatred, comes invariably from people who are not fighting.

The masses never revolt of their own accord, and they never revolt merely because they are oppressed. Indeed, so long as they are not permitted to have standards of comparison, they never even become aware that they are oppressed.

During five literary generations every enlightened person had despised him, and at the end of that time nine-tenths of those enlightened persons are forgotten and Kipling is in some sense still there.

No advance in wealth, no softening of manners, no reform or revolution has ever brought human equality a millimeter nearer.