The Great Enemy Of Clear Language Is

Man's Greatest Drive Is Not Love Or Hate But To Change Another Person's Writing.

If There Really Is Such A Thing As Turning In One's Grave, Shakespeare Must Get A Lot Of Exercise.

He Loved Big Brother.

Men Use Up Their Lives In Heart-breaking Political Struggles, Or Get Themselves Killed In Civil Wars, Or Tortured In The Secret Prisons Of The Gestapo, Not In Order To Establish Some Central-heated, Air-conditioned, Strip-lighted Paradise, But Because They Want A World In Which Human Beings Love One Another Instead Of Swindling And Murdering One Another.

There Is No Swifter Route To The Corruption Of Thought Than Through The Corruption Of Language