So long as human beings stay human, death and life are the same thing.
On the whole, human beings want to be good, but not too good, and not quite all the time.
The Revolution will be complete when the language is perfect.
I doubt whether classical education ever has been or can be successfully carried out without corporal punishment.
He who controls the present, controls the past. He who controls the past, controls the future.
War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.
He wears a mask, and his face grows to fit it.
The consequences of every act are included in the act itself.
People sleep peacably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.
In all the useful arts the world is either standing still or going backwards.
The mass of the rich and the poor are differentiated by their incomes and nothing else,and the average millionaire is only the average dishwasher dressed in a new suit.
The quickest way of ending a war is to lose it.
Reality is inside the skull.
An autobiography is only to be trusted when it reveals something disgraceful. A man who gives a good account of himself is probably lying, since any life when viewed from the inside is simply a series of defeats.
All political thinking for years past has been vitiated in the same way. People can foresee the future only when it coincides with their own wishes, and the most grossly obvious facts can be ignored when they are unwelcome.
The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection that one is prepared in the end to be defeated and broken up by life, which is the inevitable price of fastening one's love upon other human individuals.
To see what is in front of one's nose needs a constant struggle.
Not to expose your true feelings to an adult seems to be instinctive from the age of seven or eight onwards.
To die hating them, that was freedom.
Society has always seemed to demand a little more from human beings than it will get in practice.
At present nothing is possible except to extend the area of sanity little by little. We cannot act collectively. We can only spread our knowledge outwards from individual to individual, generation after generation.
There is no crime, absolutely none, that cannot be condoned when 'our' side commits it.
We are the dead. Our only true life is in the future. We shall take part in it as handfuls of dust and splinters of bone. But how far away that future may be, there is no knowing.
If one harbors anywhere in one's mind a nationalistic loyalty or hatred, certain facts, though in a sense known to be true, are inadmissable.