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.
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 happens to the hole when the cheese is gone?[Was wird aus dem Loch, wenn der Käs gefressen ist?]
We are all of us born, live and die in the shadow of a giant question mark that refers to three questions: Where do we come from? Why? And where, oh where, are we going!
Though all things in society as well as in the universe are said to have a purpose, there do exist here below certain beings whose purpose and utility seem inexplicable.
