Help whom you love, lest you love whom you help.
It turns out that other people care a great deal what you think, as long as they can punish you for it.
Sanity is less a particular outlook than a practiced aversion to the multifarious forms of crazy.
Recycling laws exist to remind you that your rulers, though they have nothing to charge you with, can force you to sort through your garbage.
Thought-criminals, like regular ones, would escape punishment more often if they could manage not to boast of their exploits.
You think your political opponents are unqualified to vote, they think the same of you, and you’re both right.
There are men who believe in a government of laws, not men; but they are not the men who govern.
Anybody can equivocate; ambiguity takes talent.
Parade, n. Mob in waiting.
One obtains a reputation for prophecy by predicting what is already happening that no one else has noticed.