It is sometimes very hard to tell the difference between history and the smell of skunk.

There is no life that does not contribute to history.

Journalism: an ability to meet the challenge of filling the space.

God forbid that any book should be banned. The practice is as indefensible as infanticide.

International relationships are preordained to be clumsy gestures based on imperfect knowledge.

Only part of us is sane: only part of us loves pleasure and the longer day of happiness, wants to live to our nineties and die in peace, in a house that we built, that shall shelter those who come after us. The other half of us is nearly mad. It prefers the disagreeable to the agreeable, loves pain and its darker night despair, and wants to die in a catastrophe that will set back life to its beginnings and leave nothing of our house save its blackened foundations.