“The past was erased, the erasure was forgotten, the lie became the truth.”

Four legs good, two legs bad.

There is no swifter route to the corruption of thought than through the corruption of language.

Every Joke is a Tiny Revolution.

Every Joke is a Tiny Revolution.

Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.

Truth becomes untruth if uttered by your enemy.

To die hating them, that was freedom.

There was truth and there was untruth, and if you clung to the truth even against the whole world, you were not mad.

The very concept of objective truth is fading out of the world. Lies will pass into history.

Some ideas are so stupid that only intellectuals believe them.

Of pain you could wish only one thing: that it should stop. Nothing in the world was so bad as physical pain. In the face of pain there are no heroes.

Free speech is my right to say what you don’t want to hear.

I enjoy talking to you. Your mind appeals to me. It resembles my own mind except that you happen to be insane.

A man receiving charity always hates his benefactor- it is a fixed characteristic of human nature.

Right thinking will be rewarded, wrong thinking punished.

Every war when it comes, or before it comes, is represented not as a war but as an act of self-defense against a homicidal maniac.

My heart is at ease knowing that what was meant for me will never miss me, and that what misses me was never meant for me.

We are all motivated far more than we care to admit by characteristics inherited from our ancestors which individual experiences of childhood can modify, repress, or enhance, but cannot erase.

Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.

Ignorance is a blank sheet, on which we may write; but error is a scribbled one, on which we must first erase.

Nothing erases unpleasant thoughts more effectively than conscious concentration on pleasant ones.

One hundred years of joy can be erased in one second.

Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.

They hit like waves, the memories of those old summer days. Memories you’d have thought to erase, but they crash ashore without haste.