Marriage has many pains, but celibacy has no pleasures.

War is peace.

Freedom is slavery.

Janus writes books for women’s liberation;

His wife types up the scripts from his dictations.

O wind, rend open the heat

How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless child.

Your answers are perfectly wrong.

On this scaffold, Thomas More lies dead;

A little rule, a little sway,

A sun beam on a winter’s day,

Is all the proud and mighty have

Between the cradle and the grave.

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand

and eternity in an hour.