Woe to him who saw no more sense in his life, no aim, no purpose, and therefore no point in carrying on.

For the world is in a bad state, but everything will become still worse unless each of us does his best.

Woe to him who saw no more sense in his life, no aim, no purpose, and therefore no point in carrying on.

No man should judge unless he asks himself in absolute honesty whether in a similar situation he might not have done the same.

We needed to stop asking about the meaning of life.

The transitoriness of our existence in now way makes it meaningless. But it does constitute our responsibleness; for everything hinges upon our realizing the essentially transitory possibilities.

In a last violent protest against the hopelessness of imminent death, I sensed my spirit piercing through the enveloping gloom. I felt it transcend that hopeless, meaningless world, and from somewhere I heard a victorious "Yes" in answer to my question of the existence of an ultimate purpose. At that moment a light was lit in a distant farmhouse, which stood on the horizon as if painted there, in the midst of the miserable gray of a dawning morning in Bavaria. "Et lux in tenebris lucet"-and the light shineth in the darkness.