Writing A Novel Is Agony.

Perhaps A Man Really Dies When His Brain Stops, When He Loses The Power To Take In A New Idea.

If Liberty Means Anything At All, It Means The Right To Tell People What They Do Not Want To Hear.

Prolonged, Indiscriminate Reviewing Of Books Is A Quite Exceptionally Thankless, Irritating And Exhausting Job. It Not Only Involves Praising Trash But Constantly Inventing Reactions Towards Books About Which One Has No Spontaneous Feeling Whatever.

One Must Choose Between God And Man, And All "radicals" And "progressives", From The Mildest Liberal To The Most Extreme Anarchist, Have In Effect Chosen Man.

If There Is Hope, It Lies In The Proles.