We Have Sunk So Low It Has

I Have Tipped Waiters, And I Have Been Tipped By Waiters.

An Earthquake Is Such Fun When It Is Over.

Nothing Holds It Together Except An Idea Which Is Indestructible.

A Mass Of Latin Words Falls Upon The Facts Like Soft Snow, Blurring The Outline And Covering Up All The Details. 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 Spurting Out Ink. In Our Age There Is No Such Thing As 'keeping Out Of Politics'. All Issues Are Political Issues, And Politics Itself Is A Mass Of Lies, Evasions, Folly, Hatred, And Schizophrenia. When The General Atmosphere Is Bad, Language Must Suffer.

Men Can Only Be Happy When They Do Not Assume That The Object Of Life Is Happiness.