There is a sickness among tyrants: they cannot trust their friends.

Spies are of no use nowadays. Their profession is over. The newspapers do their work instead.

There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.

Nothing is hidden from the eyes of the observing world.

Secrets define us, they mark us, they set us apart from all the others. The secrets which we preserve provide a key to who we are, deep down.

I will never again command an army in America if we must carry along paid spies. I will banish myself to some foreign country first.

Once suspicion is aroused, everything feeds it.

For sooner will men hold fire in their mouths than keep a secret.

It was funny how I could feel all alone and under surveillance at the same time.