In one sense, I have always felt glad to have had the war [World War II] in my childhood, because, as a result, nothing that has happened in the world since then has ever seemed quite so bad. On the other hand, I never entirely got over my feeling of being cheated when the promised era of peace in a wonderful "post-war world" failed to materialize. I could not understand how, after all that, people could ever even think of fighting again. And I still can't.

If you can't go where people are happier, try to make people happier where you are.

It would be easier for me to reject all established values, if I knew what they were.

It's easier to learn many other things, if you first learn how to learn.

The price of freedom keeps going up, but the quality keeps deteriorating.

I try to take it one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once.

At great expense, we have built a vast system of inter-connecting stupidities.