Without knowing what I am and why I am here, life is impossible.

The happiness of men consists in life. And life is in labor.

Life is fragile and absurd.

For if we allow that human life is always guided by reason, we destroy the premise that life is possible at all.

I believe that the reason of life is for each of us simply to grow in love.

The purpose of life is to bring forth goodness. Now, in this life.