The very word 'war', therefore, has become misleading. It would probably be accurate to say that by becoming continuous war has ceased to exist. ... War is Peace.

Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows.

The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity.

And it is a great thing to die in your own bed, though it is better still to die in your boots.

This life we live nowadays. It's not life, it's stagnation death-in-life. Look at all these bloody houses and the meaningless people inside them. Sometimes I think we're all corpses. Just rotting upright.

Enlightened people seldom or never possess a sense of responsibility.

Stupidity was as necessary as intelligence, and as difficult to attain.