Decisions, Not Conditions, Determine What A Man

[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.

In A Last Violent Protest Against The Hopelessness Of Imminent Death, I Sensed My Spirit Piercing Through The Enveloping Gloom. I Felt It Transcend That Hopeless, Meaningless World, And From Somewhere I Heard A Victorious "yes" In Answer To My Question Of The Existence Of An Ultimate Purpose. At That Moment A Light Was Lit In A Distant Farmhouse, Which Stood On The Horizon As If Painted There, In The Midst Of The Miserable Gray Of A Dawning Morning In Bavaria. "et Lux In Tenebris Lucet"-and The Light Shineth In The Darkness.

You Can Take Away My Wife, You Can Take Away My Children, You Can Strip Me Of My Clothes And My Freedom, But There Is One Thing No Person Can Ever Take Away From Me - And That Is My Freedom To Choose How I Will React To What Happens To Me!

Forces Beyond Your Control Can Take Away Everything You Possess Except One Thing, Your Freedom To Choose How You Will Respond To The Situation.

A Man's Concern, Even His Despair, Over The Worthwhileness Of Life Is An Existential Distress But By No Means A Mental Disease.