The typical socialist... a prim little man with a white-collar job, usually a secret teetotaler and often with vegetarian leanings.

Under the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you sold me: There lie they, and here lie we Under the spreading chestnut tree.

You must be an intellectual. A normal person would never believe a thing like that.

In moments of crisis one is never fighting against an external enemy but always against one's own body.

Until they became conscious they will never rebel, and until after they have rebelled they cannot become conscious.

It is almost universally felt that when we call a country democratic we are praising it; consequently, the defenders of every kind of regime claim that it is a democracy, and fear that they might have to stop using the word if it were tied down to any one meaning.

Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness.