Secrecy Is As Essential To

The Price You Pay For Being Powerful And Being Rich Is To Be Hated.

The Truth Is That A Lost Empire, Lost Power And Lost Wealth Provide Perfect Circumstances For Living Happily And Contentedly In Our Enchanted Island.

This Life In Us; However Low It Flickers Or Fiercely Burns, Is Still A Divine Flame Which No Man Dare Presume To Put Out, Be His Motives Never So Humane And Enlightened; To Suppose Otherwise Is To Countenance A Death-wish; Either Life Is Always And In All Circumstances Sacred, Or Intrinsically Of No Account; It Is Inconceivable That It Should Be In Some Cases The One, And In Some The Other.

When I Look Back On My Life Nowadays, Which I Sometimes Do, What Strikes Me Most Forcibly About It Is That What Seemed At The Time Most Significant And Seductive, Seems Now Most Futile And Absurd. For Instance, Success In All Of Its Various Guises; Being Known And Being Praised; Ostensible Pleasures, Like Acquiring Money Or Seducing Women, Or Traveling, Going To And Fro In The World And Up And Down In It Like Satan, Exploring And Experiencing Whatever Vanity Fair Has To Offer. In Retrospect All These Exercises In Self-gratification Seem Pure Fantasy, What Pascal Called “licking The Earth.

I Wouldn't Have Said That Anthony Eden Was Equipped By Nature To Deal With The Situation In The World Today. I Would Have Said That He Was Portentous, Sincere, Honest And Rather Stupid.