Lack of money means discomfort, means squalid worries, means shortage of tobacco, means ever-present consciousness of failure-above all, it means loneliness.

The war is waged against its own subjects and its object is not the victory...but to keep the very structure of society intact.

Circus dogs jump when the trainer cracks his whip.

The prime necessities for success in life are money, athleticism, tailor made clothes and a charming smile.

The very concept of objective truth is fading out of the world. Lies will pass into history.

Mrs Weaver nosed among the books, too dim-witted to grasp that they were in alphabetical order.

Nearly all creators of Utopia have resembled the man who has toothache, and therefore thinks happiness consists in not having toothache. They wanted to produce a perfect society by an endless continuation of something that had only been valuable because it was temporary. The wider course would be to say that there are certain lines along which humanity must move, the grand strategy is mapped out, but detailed prophecy is not our business. Whoever tries to imagine perfection simply reveals his own emptiness.