There's only one thing more beautiful than a beautiful dream, and that's a beautiful reality.

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.

What should I do if my problems aren't all solved by the time I die?

All I want is a warm bed and a kind word and unlimited power.

The surest way to remain a winner is to win once, and then not play any more.

I can face anything, except the future, and certain parts of the past and present.

Fortunately in my work there's always a choice: I can choose to do it willingly or unwillingly.