War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.
Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing.
But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought.
It’s a beautiful thing, the destruction of words.
Being in a minority, even in a minority of one,
did not make you mad.
There was truth and there was untruth, and if you clung to the truth even against the whole world,
you were not mad.
We do not merely destroy our enemies; we change them.
If you can feel that staying human is worth while, even when it can’t have any result whatever, you’ve beaten them.
The masses never revolt of their own accord, and they never
revolt merely because they are oppressed. Indeed, so long as they
are not permitted to have standards of comparison, they never
even become aware that they are oppressed.
To die hating them, that was freedom.
Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else. Not in the
individual mind, which can make mistakes, and in any case soon
perishes: only in the mind of the Party, which is collective and
The end was contained in the beginning.
The essential act of war is destruction, not necessarily of human lives, but of the products of human labour. War is a way of shattering to pieces, or pouring into the stratosphere, or sinking in the depths of the sea, materials which might otherwise be used to make the masses too comfortable, and hence, in the long run, too intelligent.
Tragedy, he percieved, belonged to the ancient time, to a time
when there were still privacy, love, and friendship, and when the
members of a family stood by one another without needing to
know the reason.
– quotes from “1984” by George Orwell