The war we are fighting until victory or the bitter end is in its deepest sense a war between Christ and Marx. Christ: the principle of love. Marx: the principle of hate.

A lie told once remains a lie but a lie told a thousand times becomes the truth

Propaganda works best when those who are being manipulated are confident they are acting on their own free will.

If you repeat a lie often enough, people will believe it, and you will even come to believe it yourself.

Propaganda must facilitate the displacement of aggression by specifying the targets for hatred.

This is the secret of propaganda: Those who are to be persuaded by it should be completely immersed in the ideas of the propaganda, without ever noticing that they are being immersed in it.

...the rank and file are usually much more primitive than we imagine. Propaganda must therefore always be essentially simple and repetitious.

Think of the press as a great keyboard on which the government can play.

There will come a day, when all the lies will collapse under their own weight, and truth will again triumph.

The most brilliant propagandist technique will yield no success unless one fundamental principle is borne in mind constantly - it must confine itself to a few points and repeat them over and over.

It is the absolute right of the State to supervise the formation of public opinion.

The greatest of all the accomplishments of 20th century science has been the discovery of human ignorance

To help with knowing if you're good or not, you need a mentor.

I love the question-and-answer. I love to see liberals try to thrash their way to a coherent argument. And actually, I think it's fun to debate.

I've been grateful enough, smart enough to take the work with Ian McKellen in Gods And Monsters.

It seems people spend the majority of their lives believing they're dying, with the only consolation being that at one point they get to be right.

As the cherub is to the angel, so the cat is to the tiger.

Being a reporter seems a ticket out to the world.

Cinema verité is not the film of truth, but the truth of film.

You see in the streets of London, great and little boys running about in long blue coats, which, like robes, reach quite down to the feet, and little white bands, such as the clergy wear.

In a mind charged with an eager purpose and an unfinished vindictiveness, there is no room for new feelings.