The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one's real and one's declared aims, one turns, as it were, instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish squirting out ink.
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.
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.
The intellectual is different from the ordinary man, but only in certain sections of his personality, and even then not all the time.