International politics is a ruthless and dangerous business, and it is foolish to expect states to behave according to moral principles.

The intelligence of that creature known as a crowd is the square root of the number of people in it.

We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.