The human beings did not hate Animal Farm any less now that it was prospering; indeed, they hated it more than ever.

By using stale metaphors, similes and idioms, you save much mental effort, at the cost of leaving your meaning vague, not only for your reader but for yourself.

Literature is doomed if liberty of thought perishes.

But the proles, if only they could somehow become conscious of their own strength, would have no need to conspire. They needed only to rise up and shake themselves like a horse shaking off flies. If they chose they could blow the Party to pieces tomorrow morning. Surely sooner or later it must occur to them to do it? And yet --!

I have tipped waiters, and I have been tipped by waiters.

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.

Nothing holds it together except an idea which is indestructible.