Somewhere I heard a victorious "Yes" in answer to my question of the existence of ultimate purpose.

The meaning of our existence is not invented by ourselves, but rather detected.

If there is meaning in life at all, then there must be a meaning in suffering. Suffering is an ineradicable part of life, even as fate and death. Without suffering and death human life cannot be complete.

We dislike talking about our experiences. No explanations are needed for those who have been inside, and the others will understand neither how we felt then nor how we feel now.

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

For the meaning of life differs from man to man, from day to day and from hour to hour. What matters, therefore, is not the meaning of life in general but rather the specific meaning of a person's life at a given moment.

We needed to stop asking about the meaning of life.