What encourages me? That I've been right so many times.

I wasn’t wrong. I am just far more correct now than I was then.

I had been right, I was still right, I was always right. I had lived my life one way and I could just as well have lived it another. I had done this and I hadn't done that. I hadn't done this thing but I had done another. And so?

Discovering I was wrong felt joyful because it meant I’d learned something. As Danny told me, “Being wrong is the only way I feel sure I’ve learned anything.

I'm always right. This time I'm just even more right than usual.

There is no harm in being sometimes wrong — especially if one is promptly found out.

I didn't feel sad or happy. I didn't feel proud or ashamed. I only felt that in spite of all the things I'd done wrong, in getting myself here, I'd done right.

Despite the fact that hundreds of thousands of people have died — and that is a tragedy — I still believe that it was the right thing to do.

I didn’t feel sad or happy. I didn’t feel proud or ashamed. I only felt that in spite of all the things I’d done wrong, in getting myself here, I’d done right.

I supported them. I thought what they were doing was correct.

Thanks be to God, that he gave me Stubborness, when I know I am right.

I do not just believe I am right, I know I am right.

I have not made any mistakes. The path I'm on is absolutely right, there are just some things I could have done better to contribute to the common work.

I therefore think that I was right in trying from the outset of the Olympic revival to rekindle a religious awareness.