Man is a tragic animal. Not because of his smallness, but because he is too well endowed. Man has longings and spiritual demands that reality cannot fulfill. We have expectations of a just and moral world. Man requires meaning in a meaningless world.

In accordance with my conception of life, I have chosen not to bring children into the world. A coin is examined, and only after careful deliberation, given to a beggar, whereas a child is flung out into the cosmic brutality without hesitation.

Jesus must have been a psychopath

Know yourselves- be infertile and let the earth be silent after ye.

The immediate facts are what we must relate to. Darkness and light, beginning and end.

Each new generation asks – What is the meaning of life? A more fertile way of putting the question would be – Why does man need a meaning to life?

A coin is turned around before it is handed to the beggar, yet a child is unflinchingly tossed into cosmic bruteness.

Mankind ought to end its existence of its own will.

Man beholds the earth, and it is breathing like a great lung whenever it exhales, delightful life swarms from all its pores and reaches out toward the sun, but when it inhales, a moan of rupture passes through the multitude, and corpses whip the ground like bouts of hail.

The more a human being in his worldview approaches the goal, the hegemony of love in a moral universe, the more has he become slipshod in the light of intellectual honesty.

Why does man need a meaning to life?

For me, a desert island is no tragedy, neither is a deserted planet.