Good writing is like a windowpane.

War is war. The only good human being is a dead one.

It is also true that one can write nothing readable unless one constantly struggles to efface one's own personality. Good prose is like a windowpane.

Men are only as good as their technical development allows them to be.

The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one's real and one's declared aims, one turns, as it were, instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish squirting out ink.

Happiness can exist only in acceptance.

Men can only be happy when they do not assume that the object of life is happiness.

The very concept of objective truth is fading out of the world. Lies will pass into history.

If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face - forever.

We have now sunk to a depth at which restatement of the obvious is the first duty of intelligent men.