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.

The information I most want is in books not yet written by people not yet born.

By accepting you as you are, I do not necessarily abandon all hope of your improving

I have no prejudices: all my irrational hatreds are based on solid evidence.

What happened to you could have been worse - it could have happened to me.

We're still benefiting from the sacrifices of people long dead, but we're also suffering from their errors.

Forgive me now - tomorrow I may no longer feel guilty.