If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.
Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimetres inside your skull.
Nothing in the world is quite so irritating as dealing with mutinous children.
Only child life is real life.
His bowels seemed to turn to water.
Suddenly his heart seemed to turn to ice and his bowels to water.
Where there is equality there can be sanity.
A tremor had gone through his bowels.
It's a beautiful thing, the destruction of words.
The choice for mankind lies between freedom and happiness and for the great bulk of mankind, happiness is better.
One can love a child, perhaps, more deeply than one can love another adult, but it is rash to assume that the child feels any love in return.
When it comes to the pinch, human beings are heroic.
To an ordinary human being, love means nothing if it does not mean loving some people more than others.
One cannot really be a catholic and grown up.
Four legs good, two legs bad.
Dickens is one of those authors who are well worth stealing.
Liberal: a power worshipper without power.
Serious sport is war minus the shooting.
The catholic and the communist are alike in assuming that an opponent cannot be both honest and intelligent.
No advance in wealth, no softening of manners, no reform or revolution has ever brought human equality a millimeter nearer.
War against a foreign country only happens when the moneyed classes think they are going to profit from it.
In our time political speech and writing are largely the defense of the indefensible.
The essential act of war is destruction, not necessarily of human lives, but of the products of human labor.
Patriotism is usually stronger than class hatred, and always stronger than internationalism.
Whoever is winning at the moment will always seem to be invincible.
The quickest way of ending a war is to lose it.
Not to expose your true feelings to an adult seems to be instinctive from the age of seven or eight onwards.
No one can look back on his school days and say with truth that they were altogether unhappy.
Good writing is like a windowpane.
To survive it is often necessary to fight and to fight you have to dirty yourself.