How I hated schools, and what a life of anxiety I lived there. I counted the hours to the end of every term, when I should return home.

Soviet Union foreign policy is a puzzle inside a riddle wrapped in an enigma, and the key is Russian nationalism.

Why should there not be a European group which could give a sense of enlarged patriotism and common citizenship to the distracted peoples of this turbulent and mighty continent? And why should it not take its rightful place with other great groupings and help to shape the onward destinies of men?

The dictator, in all his pride, is held in the grip of his party machine. He can go forward; he cannot go back. He must blood his hounds and show them sport, or else, like Actaeon of old, be devoured by them. All-strong without, he is all-weak within.

Safety and certainty in oil lie in variety, and variety alone.

If you go on with this nuclear arms race, all you are going to do is make the rubble bounce.

It is better to do the wrong thing that to do nothing.