[the Cardinal is in solitary confinement for two months] The Cardinal: How are you doing this to me? Why am I... going out of my mind? The Jailer:
Well, it's funny, you know. The more store a man sets by his wits, the sooner he loses them. When a man starts watching his mind at work, you can't leave him alone for five minutes without he frightens himself to death.
[Speaking about the "art" of interrogation] The Interrogator: It's a pity it's a sport that has to be played with living men.