Has it ever occurred to you,' he said, 'that the whole history of English poetry has been de-termined by the fact that the English language lacks rhymes?

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

The aim of a joke is not to degrade the human being, but to remind him that he is already degraded.

She's beautiful,' he murmured. 'She's a metre across the hips, easily,' said Julia. 'That is her style of beauty,' said Winston.

Take away freedom of speech, and the creative faculties dry up.

The words kept coming back to him, statement of a mystical truth and a palpable absurdity.

The intellectual is different from the ordinary man, but only in certain sections of his personality, and even then not all the time.