I shall never forget how I was roused one night by the groans of a fellow prisoner, who threw himself about in his sleep, obviously having a horrible nightmare. Since I had always been especially sorry for people who suffered from fearful dreams or deliria, I wanted to wake the poor man. Suddenly I drew back the hand which was ready to shake him, frightened at the thing I was about to do. At that moment I became intensely conscious of the fact that no dream, no matter how horrible, could be as bad as the reality of the camp which surrounded us, and to which I was about to recall him.

I would say that our patients never really despair because of any suffering in itself! Instead, their despair stems in each instance from a doubt as to whether suffering is meaningful. Man is ready and willing to shoulder any suffering as soon and as long as he can see a meaning in it.

Ever more people today have the means to live, but no meaning to live for.

I do not forget any good deed done to me & I do not carry a grudge for a bad one.

In times of crisis, people reach for meaning. Meaning is strength. Our survival may depend on our seeking and finding it.

It is true that we can see the therapist as a technician only if we have first viewed the patient as some sort of machine.

If we take a man as he is, we make him worse, but if we take man as he should be we make him capable of becoming what he can be.