Never Forget That Only Dead Fish Swim

Travel, Of Course, Narrows The Mind.

There's Nothing Is This World More Instinctively Abhorrent To Me Than Finding Myself In Agreement With My Fellow-humans.

When You Reach Your Sixties, You Have To Decide Whether You're Going To Be A Sot Or An Ascetic. In Other Words If You Want To Go On Working After You're Sixty, Some Degree Of Asceticism Is Inevitable.

I Think That Any Person Who Is Commenting On Public Affairs Is Entitled To Point Out Those Dangers.

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.