People on the Continent either tell you the truth or lie; in England they hardly ever lie, but they would not dream of telling you the truth.

The British are proud of their ability to create a muddle and then muddle through all difficulties. I must shake the British pride: muddle is not an exclusively British institution. Read descriptions, for instance, of the over-organized, wonderfully systematic and "thorough" German war machine during the last war.

In Moscow they do not pay much attention to the living but keep their cemeteries in a splendid state.

The English are always ready to admire anything so long as they can queue up.

If it is gay, ribald and lascivious night-life you are after, Israel is not the place for you. The night clubs you do find are nearer in spirit to a YMCA than to dens of iniquity.

'I don't say a Zionist must be insane,' said President Weizmann, 'but it helps if he is.'

On the Continent there is one topic which should be avoided-the weather; in England, if you do not repeat the phrase "Lovely day, isn't it?" at least two hundred times a day, you are considered a bit dull.