The revolutionary is nine parts hatred and envy of the oppressor, and one part sympathy and love for the oppressed.
To hate something properly you must have liked it once.
Revolutions spare nothing but the machinery of the state at which they are ostensibly directed.
Prose can hide every vice but vanity.
No one remembers who lost the argument, only who lost his temper.
Most people, on most matters, are not, in fact, entitled to an opinion.
Clever is a great compliment to children and a gross insult to adults.
“It was a culture,” the historian will write a century from now, “that found it necessary to invent the word ‘unironically.'”
That no change is possible was the ancient superstition; that any change is possible is the modern one.
Now that all have prizes, has everybody won?