History has to move in a certain direction, even if it has to be pushed that way by neurotics.

He drove his mind into the abyss where poetry is written.

There, comrades, is the answer to all our problems. It is summed up in a single word-- Man

A man may take to drink because he feels himself to be a failure, but then fail all the more completely because he drinks.

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.

Every record has been destroyed or falsified, every book has been rewritten, every picture has been repainted, every statue and street building has been renamed, every date has been altered. And that process is continuing day be day and minute by minute. History has stopped. Nothing exists except the endless present in which the party is always right.

Poverty frees them from ordinary standards of behaviour, just as money frees people from work.