Napoleon is always right.
The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.
By the time you have perfected any style of writing, you have always outgrown it.
However much you deny the truth, the truth goes on existing.
England is perhaps the only great country whose intellectuals are ashamed of their own nationality.
We of the sinking middle class may sink without further struggles into the working class where we belong, and probably when we get there it will not be so dreadful as we feared, for, after all, we have nothing to lose.