Death Tripped Down The Corridor, Changing Step,

We Cannot Unthink Unless We Are Insane.

The Inner Censor Of The Mind Of The True Believer Completes The Work Of The Public Censor; His Self-discipline Is As Tyrannical As The Obedience Imposed By The Regime; He Terrorizes His Own Conscience Into Submission;he Carries His Private Iron Curtain Inside His Skull, To Protect His Illusions Against The Intrusion Of Reality.

History Is A Priori Amoral; It Has No Conscience.

One May Not Regard The World As A Sort Of Metaphysical Brothel For Emotions.

The Régime Did Not Want Communists; It Wanted Robots. It Will Take At Least A Generation To Change Them Back Into Humans Again.