In a dying civilization, political prestige is the reward not of the shrewdest diagnostician, but of the man with the best bedside manner.

International business may conduct its operations with scraps of paper, but the ink it uses is human blood.

For the skeptic there remains only one consolation: if there should be such a thing as superhuman law it is administered with subhuman inefficiency.

Reality is always so obstructive.

Good' did not triumph. 'Evil' did not triumph. The two resolved, destroyed each other and created new 'evils', new 'goods' which slew each other in their turn.

Never tell a lie when you can bullshit your way through it

In a dying civilization, political prestige is the reward not of the shrewdest diagnostician, but of the man with the best bedside manner.