It was me You were a tool It was me We forgive you

How could he not know that children had minds of their own, and resisted taming?

[This] isn't my home [she] felt his words like an accusation: you rooted yourself here without thought of whether I could live in this soil. But it's not my fa…

You silent boy, you have found such eloquence now that you can't be a mere boy anymore

I've been accused of every death except the casualty list of the World War.

Hitler gave us orders - and we believed in him. Then he commits suicide and leaves us to bear the guilt. He should have remained alive to bear his share.

Why, when the world gets to understand about it I expect that two men or two women, or a man and a woman, will come in here, and say to me, 'We have quarrelled…