Thus, Human Existence-at Least As Long As

[speaking Of His Experience In A Concentration Camp:] As We Said Before, Any Attempt To Restore A Man's Inner Strength In The Camp Had First To Succeed In Showing Him Some Future Goal...woe To Him Who Saw No More Sense In His Life, No Aim, No Purpose, And Therefore No Point In Carrying On. He Was Soon Lost.

Sports Allow Men To Build Up Situations Of Emergency. What He Then Demands Of Himself Is Unnecessary Achievement - And Unnecessary Sacrifice. He Artificially Creates The Tension That He Has Been Spared By Affluent Society.

It Is Always Important To Have Something Yet To Do In Life.

Ironically Enough, In The Same Way That Fear Brings To Pass What One Is Afraid Of, Likewise A Forced Intention Makes Impossible What One Forcibly Wishes... Pleasure Is, And Must Remain, A Side-effect Or By-product, And Is Destroyed And Spoiled To The Degree To Which It Is Made A Goal In Itself.

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.