It would be foolhardy to count on the conscience of the world.

No guilt is forgotten so long as the conscience still knows of it.

There is nothing more vindictive, nothing more underhanded, than a little world that would like to be a big one.

For the first time in my life I began to realize that it is not evil and brutality, but nearly always weakness, that is to blame for the worst things that happen in this world.

Now I am discovering the world once more. England has widened my horizon.

A well-chosen tie could make me almost merry; a good book, an excursion in a motor car or an hour with a woman left me fully satisfied. It particularly pleased me to ensure that this way of life, like a faultlessly correct suit of English tailoring, did not make me conspicuous in any way. I believe I was considered pleasant company, I was popular and welcome in society, and most who knew me called me a happy man.