In the face of pain there are no heroes.

Sanity was statistical. It was merely a question of learning to think as they thought.

Autobiography is only to be trusted when it reveals something disgraceful.

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

Orthodoxy is unconsciousness.

...the consciousness of being at war, and therefore in danger, makes the handing-over of all power to a small caste seem the natural, unavoidable condition of survival.

If you turn the other cheek, you will get a harder blow on it than you got on the first one. This does not always happen, but it is to be expected, and you ought not to complain if it does happen.