Forgive me for allowing myself to be hurt by you so easily.

Maybe I'm lucky to be going so slowly, because I may be going in the wrong direction

Why aren't you more grateful when I prove how wrong you've been?

There ought to be a better way than government to run the world.

Accept me for what I am, completely unacceptable.

My research consists of studying the effects of putting somebody like me into a world like this.

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.