We come from an inconceivable nothingness. We stay a while in something which seems equally inconceivable, only to vanish again into the inconceivable nothingness.

The immediate facts are what we must relate to. Darkness and light, beginning and end.

A coin is turned around before it is handed to the beggar, yet a child is unflinchingly tossed into cosmic bruteness.

To bear children into this world is like carrying wood to a burning house.

Man is a tragic animal. Not because of his smallness, but because he is too well endowed. Man has longings and spiritual demands that reality cannot fulfill. We have expectations of a just and moral world. Man requires meaning in a meaningless world.

For me, a desert island is no tragedy, neither is a deserted planet.

Why does man need a meaning to life?