the mute protest in your own bones

There is no swifter route to the corruption of thought than through the corruption of language

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

What is to be expected of them is not treachery, or physcial cowardice, but stupidity, unconscious sabotage, an infallible instinct for doing the wrong thing.

When the white man turns tyrant, it is his own freedom that he destroys

Journalism is printing what someone else does not want printed: everything else is public relations.

He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear. But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken. It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage.