If one harbours anywhere in one's mind a nationalistic loyalty or hatred, certain facts, although in a sense known to be true, are inadmissible.
George OrwellRead
It is impossible to found a civilization on fear and hatred and cruelty. It would never endure.' 'Why not?' 'It would have no vitality. It would disintegrate. It would commit suicide.
Interpretation
True civilization cannot be built on negative emotions such as fear and hatred.
In this quote, George Orwell emphasizes that a civilization built on fear, hatred, and cruelty lacks the essential qualities that allow it to thrive. Such a society's foundation is too weak and toxic for lasting vitality, ultimately leading to its own demise, or 'suicide.'
In practice
During a speech on social unity, I might say, 'As Orwell noted, civilizations cannot thrive on fear and hatred.'
If one harbours anywhere in one's mind a nationalistic loyalty or hatred, certain facts, although in a sense known to be true, are inadmissible.
The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.
Political writing in our time consists almost entirely of prefabricated phrases bolted together like the pieces of a child's Meccano set. It is the unavoidable result of self-censorship. To write in plain, vigorous language one has to think fearlessly, and if one thinks fearlessly one cannot be politically orthodox.
Not to expose your true feelings to an adult seems to be instinctive from the age of seven or eight onwards.
As with the Christian religion, the worst advertisement for Socialism is its adherents.
It is fatal to look hungry. It makes people want to kick you.
If we destroy human rights and rule of law in response to terrorism, they have won.
History does not repeat itself. Nor does it unfold in cycles. The real future is contingent, rich beyond imagining, a perennial gobsmack, tragic and glorious in equal measure; the pundits' future, spun of 'conventional wisdom,' is only a sucker punch to that common-sense fact.
If I am mad, it is mercy! May the gods pity the man who in his callousness can remain sane to the hideous end!
Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only change of worlds.
I forgot that every little action of the common day makes or unmakes character, and that therefore what one has done in the secret chamber one has some day to cry aloud on the house-tops.
What we celebrate at Christmas is not so much the birth of a baby, but the incarnation of God Himself
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