There are truths which can kill a nation.

Falsehood is the jockey of misfortune.

It's odd how people waiting for you stand out far less clearly than people you are waiting for.

Each day the worst of our faults, our deficiencies, our crimes, the truth of our lives, is stifled under a triple layer of forgetfulness, death and the ordinary course of justice.

Only the mediocre die always at their best. Real leaders are always improving - and raising their bar on how superbly they can perform and how quickly they can move.

Faithful women are all alike, they think only of their fidelity, never of their husbands.

There's a kind of permission for war which can be given only by the world's mood and atmosphere, the feel of its pulse. It would be madness to undertake a war without that permission.