Tea, the Englishman's opium. — George Orwell

We spend our lives in abusing England but grow very angry when we hear a foreigner saying exactly the same things.

The modern English literary world, at any rate the high-brow section of it, is a sort of poisonous jungle where only weeds can flourish.

It directs attention away from the central fact that poverty is poverty, whether the tool you work with is a pick-axe or a fountain-pen.