A tragic situation exists precisely when virtue does not triumph but when it is still felt that man is nobler than the forces which destroy him.
He was conscious of nothing except the blankness of the page in front of him, the itching of the skin above his ankle, the blaring of the music, and a slight booziness caused by the gin.
Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.
Men are only as good as their technical development allows them to be.
It is also true that one can write nothing readable unless one constantly struggles to efface one's own personality. Good prose is like a windowpane.
The intellectual is different from the ordinary man, but only in certain sections of his personality, and even then not all the time.