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I Had Wanted Simply To Convey To The Reader By Way Of Concrete Example That Life Holds A Potential Meaning Under Any Conditions, Even The Most Miserable Ones. And I Thought That If The Point Were Demonstrated In A Situation As Extreme As That In A Concentration Camp, My Book Might Gain A Hearing. I Therefore Felt Responsible For Writing Down What I Had Gone Through, For I Thought It Might Be Helpful To People Who Are Prone To Despair.

It Isn't The Past Which Holds Us Back, It's The Future; And How We Undermine It, Today.

Love Goes Very Far Beyond The Physical Person Of The Beloved. It Finds Its Deepest Meaning In Its Spiritual Being, His Inner Self. Whether Or Not He Is Actually Present, Whether Or Not He Is Still Alive At All, Ceases Somehow To Be Of Importance.

Here Lies The Chance For A Man Either To Make Use Of Or To Forgo The Opportunities Of Attaining The Moral Values That A Difficult Situation May Afford Him. And This Decides Whether He Is Worthy Of His Sufferings Or Not.

Instead Of Possibilities, I Have Realities In My Past, Not Only The Reality Of Work Done And Of Love Loved, But Of Sufferings Bravely Suffered. These Sufferings Are Even The Things Of Which I Am Most Proud, Though These Are Things Which Cannot Inspire Envy.