The Best Books... Are Those That Tell

Power Is Not A Means; It Is An End.

What Can The England Of 1940 Have In Common With The England Of 1840? But Then, What Have You In Common With The Child Of Five Whose Photograph Your Mother Keeps On The Mantelpiece? Nothing, Except That You Happen To Be The Same Person.

Nothing Was Your Own Except The Few Cubic Centimetres Inside Your Skull.

Every Life Viewed From The Inside Is A Series Of Defeats.

Never Use A Metaphor, Simile, Or Other Figure Of Speech Which You Are Used To Seeing In Print.