This is an excellent martini — sort of tastes like it isn't there at all, just a cold cloud.

This life is slow suicide, unless you read.

Peace, if it ever exists, will not be based on the fear of war, but on the love of peace. It will not be the abstaining from an act, but the coming of a state of mind.

I think it's a bit like coming to the end of a book. The plot's in its thickest, all the characters are in a mess, but you can see that there aren't fifty pages left, and you know that the finish can't be far off.

I learned about machinery, I learned how men behaved under pressure, and I learned about Americans.

The President has a quick and able mind, though not everybody gives him that, not by a long shot.

Illusion is an anodyne, bred by the gap between wish and reality.