Serious sport is war minus the shooting.
Part of the reason for the ugliness of adults, in a child's eyes, is that the child is usually looking upwards, and few faces are at their best when seen from below.
As I write, highly civilized human beings are flying overhead, trying to kill me.
All the war-propaganda, all the screaming and lies and hatred, comes invariably from people who are not fighting.
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.
All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.
Advertising is the rattling of a stick inside a swill bucket.
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.
A family with the wrong members in control; that, perhaps, is as near as one can come to describing England in a phrase.
A dirty joke is a sort of mental rebellion.
Progress is not an illusion, it happens, but it is slow and invariably disappointing.
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.
Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence. In other words, it is war minus the shooting.
Big Brother is watching you.
So much of left-wing thought is a kind of playing with fire by people who don't even know that fire is hot.