One evening, when we were already resting on the floor of our hut, dead tired, soup bowls in hand, a fellow prisoner rushed in and asked us to run out to the assembly grounds and see the wonderful sunset. Standing outside we saw sinister clouds glowing in the west and the whole sky alive with clouds of ever-changing shapes and colors, from steel blue to blood red. The desolate grey mud huts provided a sharp contrast, while the puddles on the muddy ground reflected the glowing sky. Then, after minutes of moving silence, one prisoner said to another, "How beautiful the world could be.

Since Auschwitz we know what man is capable of. And since Hiroshima we know what is at stake.

Love goes very far beyond the physical person of the beloved.

Once an individual's search for meaning is successful, it not only renders him happy but also gives him the capability to cope with suffering

Life can be pulled by goals just as surely as it can be pushed by drives.

Between stimulus and response is the freedom to choose.

Love is the only way to grasp another human being in the innermost core of his personality. No one can become fully aware of the very essence of another human being unless he loves him. By his love he is enabled to see the essential traits and features.