From the proletarians nothing is to be feared. Left to themselves, they will continue from generation to generation and from century to century, working, breeding, and dying, not only without any impulse to rebel, but without the power of grasping that the world could be other than it is.

Progress is not an illusion, it happens, but it is slow and invariably disappointing.

You will be hollow. We shall squeeze you empty, and then we shall fill you with ourselves.

All men are enemies. All animals are comrades

A fat man is never so happy as when he is describing himself as "robust.

Some ideas are so stupid that only intellectuals believe them.

Language ought to be the joint creation of poets and manual workers.