Despair Is Suffering Without Meaning.

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.

Success Is Total Self-acceptance.

Consider A Movie: It Consists Of Thousands Upon Thousands Of Individual Pictures, And Each Of Them Makes Sense And Carries A Meaning, Yet The Meaning Of The Whole Film Cannot Be Seen Before Its Last Sequence Is Shown. However, We Cannot Understand The Whole Film Without Having First Understood Each Of Its Components, Each Of The Individual Pictures. Isn't It The Same With Life? Doesn't The Final Meaning Of Life, Too, Reveal Itself, It At All, Only At Its End, On The Verge Of Death?

Man Is Not Fully Conditioned And Determined But Rather Determines Himself Whether He Gives In To Conditions Or Stands Up To Them.

Woe To Him Who Saw No More Sense In His Life, No Aim, No Purpose, And Therefore No Point In Carrying On.