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

Reality is always so obstructive.

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

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

A person who searched rooms, brandished pistols, dangled promises of half a million franc fees for nameless services and then wrote instructions to Polish spies might reasonably be regarded with suspicion. But suspicion of what?

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.