I Never Met A Rich Man Who

In My View, Jan Masaryk Was Thoroughly Corrupt, Who Bumped Himself Off Because He Saw At Last Where His Moral Cowardice And Ideological 'playboyery' Had Led Him. I Vividly Remember Visiting Him In Washington, Fat, Slightly Tight, Coming Into The Room Looking Like A Broken-down Butler With His Master, The Little Communist, Clementis, - And Saying In A Loud Voice: 'has Anyone Seen An Iron Curtain? I Haven't.' Well, He Has Now.

I Have Had My Television Aerials Removed. It Is The Moral Equivalent Of A Prostate Operation.

I Myself Am Convinced That The Theory Of Evolution, Especially To The Extent To Which It Has Been Applied, Will Be One Of The Greatest Jokes In The History Books Of The Future. Posterity Will Marvel That So Very Flimsy And Dubious An Hypothesis Could Be Accepted With The Incredible Credulity It Has.

People Do Not Believe Lies Because They Have To, But Because They Want To.

I Am In A Slight Difficulty Because I Find Myself In A Minute Minority There, In That This Sputnik Didn't Either Interest Me Or Frighten Me, But That's Because I Don't, You See, Believe That The Circumstances Of Life Are The Important Thing.