What creature but a madman would not rather do good than ill, when it is plain that, good or ill, it must return upon himself?
If the others heard me talking out loud they would think that I am crazy. But since I am not crazy, I do not care.
Who are the lunatics? The ones who see horror in the heart of their fellow humans and search for peace at any price? Or the ones who pretend they don’t see what’s going on around them? The world belongs either to lunatics or hypocrites. There are no other races on this earth. You must choose which one to belong to.
What can you do, thought Winston, against the lunatic who is more intelligent than yourself, who gives your arguments a fair hearing and then simply persists in his lunacy?