The Secret Of A Successful

We Are The Dead. Our Only True Life Is In The Future. We Shall Take Part In It As Handfuls Of Dust And Splinters Of Bone. But How Far Away That Future May Be, There Is No Knowing.

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.

I Have The Most Evil Memories Of Spain, But I Have Very Few Bad Memories Of Spaniards.

The Cheaper Books Become, The Less Money Is Spent On Books.

The Word Fascism Has Now No Meaning Except In So Far As It Signifies 'something Not Desirable.'