The principle that the end justifies the means is and remains the only rule of political ethics; anything else is just a vague chatter and melts away between one’s fingers.

If conquerors be regarded as the engine-drivers of History, then the conquerors of thought are perhaps the pointsmen who, less conspicuous to the traveler's eye, determine the direction of the journey.

Politics can be relatively fair in the breathing spaces of history; at its critical turning points there is no other rule possible than the old one, that the end justifies the means.

I went to Communism as one goes to a spring of fresh water, and I left Communism as one clambers out of a poisoned river strewn with the wreckage of flooded cities and the corpses of the drowned.

...the temptation, which consisted of a single word written on the cemetary of the defeated: Sleep.

[My father] loved me tenderly and shyly from a distance, and later on took a naive pride in seeing my name in print.

Faith is a wondrous thing; it is not only capable of moving mountains, but also of making you believe that a herring is a race horse.