One possible reason that I don't believe in fate is that I wasn't fated to.

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

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.

I've found the secret of happiness, total disregard of everybody.

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

If you don't believe in ghosts, you've never been to a family reunion.

How can you call it unreasonable when all I want is my own way?