Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else.
Progress is not an illusion, it happens, but it is slow and invariably disappointing.
Probably the battle of Waterloo was won on the playing-fields of Eton, but the opening battles of all subsequent wars have been lost there.
Prestige, the breath of life, is itself nebulous.
Power is not a means, it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power.
Poverty is spiritual halitosis.
Poverty frees them from ordinary standards of behaviour, just as money frees people from work.
Political language has to consist largely of euphemism, question begging and sheer cloudy vagueness.
Political language – and with variations this is true of all political parties, from Conservatives to Anarchists – is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.
Political chaos is connected with the decay of language, and that one can probably bring about some improvement by starting at the verbal end.
Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.
Perhaps a lunatic was simply a minority of one.
