We’ve got to have rules and obey them. After all, we’re not savages. We’re English; and the English are best at everything.
The rule of life was that the boys got to decide which girls were pretty; it didn’t really matter how ugly they were themselves.
There is no rule more invariable than that we are paid for our suspicions by finding what we suspect.
We are fast approaching the stage of the ultimate inversion: the stage where the government is free to do anything it pleases, while the citizens may act only by permission; which is the stage of the darkest periods of human history, the stage of rule by brute force.