One of the deepest and strangest of all human moods is the mood which will suddenly strike us perhaps in a garden at night, or deep in sloping meadows, the feeling that every flower and leaf has just uttered something stupendously direct and important, and that we have by a prodigy of imbecility not heard or understood it. There is a certain poetic value, and that a genuine one, in this sense of having missed the full meaning of things. There is beauty, not only in wisdom, but in this dazed and dramatic ignorance.

No man's really any good till he knows how bad he is, or might be.

I will go forth as a real outlaw," he said, "and as men do robbery on the highway I will do right on the highway; and it will be counted a wilder crime.

Ten thousand women marched through the streets shouting, 'We will not be dictated to,' and went off and became stenographers.

Without authority there is no liberty. Freedom is doomed to destruction at every turn, unless there is a recognized right to freedom. And if there are rights, there is an authority to which we appeal for them.

Is there anyone... who will maintain that the Party System could have been created by people particularly fond of truth?

Shouldn't atheist have an equal obligation to explain pleasure in a world of randomness. Where does pleasure come from?