The very concept of objective truth is fading out of the world. Lies will pass into history.
Every war when it comes, or before it comes, is represented not as a war but as an act of self-defense against a homicidal maniac.
Many people genuinely do not want to be saints, and it is probable that some who achieve or aspire to sainthood have never felt much temptation to be human beings.
Early in life I had noticed that no event is ever correctly reported in a newspaper.
The idea really came to me the day I got my new false teeth.
Man is the only creature that consumes without producing. He does not give milk, he does not lay eggs, he is too weak to pull the plough, he cannot run fast enough to catch rabbits. Yet he is lord of all the animals.
During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act.
The essential act of war is destruction, not necessarily of human lives, but of the products of human labor.
Dickens is one of those authors who are well worth stealing.
Language ought to be the joint creation of poets and manual workers.
The Catholic and the Communist are alike in assuming that an opponent cannot be both honest and intelligent.
As with the Christian religion, the worst advertisement for Socialism is its adherents.
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.
The atom bombs are piling up in the factories, the police are prowling through the cities, the lies are streaming from the loudspeakers, but the earth is still going round the sun.
All the war-propaganda, all the screaming and lies and hatred, comes invariably from people who are not fighting.
In times of universal deceit, telling the truth will be a revolutionary act.
The aim of a joke is not to degrade the human being, but to remind him that he is already degraded.
All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.
A tragic situation exists precisely when virtue does not triumph but when it is still felt that man is nobler than the forces which destroy him.
Society has always seemed to demand a little more from human beings than it will get in practice.
A dirty joke is a sort of mental rebellion.
Serious sport is war minus the shooting.
When it comes to the pinch, human beings are heroic.
Prolonged, indiscriminate reviewing of books is a quite exceptionally thankless, irritating and exhausting job. It not only involves praising trash but constantly inventing reactions towards books about which one has no spontaneous feeling whatever.
What can you do against the lunatic who is more intelligent than yourself, who gives your arguments a fair hearing and then simply persists in his lunacy?