In this game that we're playing, we can't win. Some kinds of failure are better than other kinds, that's all.
George OrwellUnder the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you sold me: There lie they, and here lie we Under the spreading chestnut tree.
George OrwellFacts, at any rate, could not be kept hidden. They could be tracked down by inquiry, they could be squeezed out of you by torture. But if the object was not to stay alive but to stay human, what difference did it ultimately make? They could not alter your feelings, for that matter you could not alter them yourself, even if you wanted to. They could lay bare in the utmost detail everything that you had done or said or thought; but the inner heart, whose workings were mysterious even to yourself, remained impregnable.
George Orwell