It's A Beautiful Thing, The Destruction Of

Last Of All Came The Cat, Who Looked Round, As Usual, For The Warmest Place, And Finally Squeezed Herself In Between Boxer And Clover; There She Purred Contentedly Throughout Major's Speech Without Listening To A Word Of What He Was Saying.

The Four Great Motives For Writing Prose Are Sheer Egoism, Esthetic Enthusiasm, Historical Impulse, And Political Purpose.

The Object Of Power Is Power.

If Both The Past And The External World Exist Only In The Mind, And If The Mind Itself Is Controllable - What Then?

Perhaps A Man Really Dies When His Brain Stops, When He Loses The Power To Take In A New Idea.