Without some goal and some effort to reach it, no man can live.[Без какой-нибудь цели и стремления к ней не живет ни один жив человек.]
What was the point of worshipping a god if he did not help you?
We are, so to speak, bom twice: once to exist and once to live; once for our species and once for our sex.[Nous naissons, pour ainsi dire, en deux fois: l’une pour exister, et l’autre pour vivre; l’une pour l’espèce, et l’autre pour le sexe.]
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
Let us do something while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed.
It is at times like this that I know what my purpose is in life. I am here to love you, to hold you in my arms, to protect you. I am here to learn from you and to receive your love in return. I am here because there is no other place to be.
If one gets on with the job that lies to hand, the ultimate purpose of the job fades into insignificance.
With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.
What’s the point of truth or beauty or knowledge when the anthrax bombs are popping all around you?
What’ll we do with ourselves this afternoon and the day after that, and the next thirty years?
What is the point in worrying oneself too much about what one could or could not have done to control the course one’s life took? Surely it is enough that the likes of you and I at least try to make our small contribution count for something true and worthy. And if some of us are prepared to sacrifice much in life in order to pursue such aspirations, surely that is in itself, whatever the outcome, cause for pride and contentment.
What happens to the hole when the cheese is gone?[Was wird aus dem Loch, wenn der Käs gefressen ist?]
