Many people complain that their whole life goes by in searching for the meaning of life, which, if it exists at all, lies nowhere else but in the search itself.
Many people complain that their whole life goes by in searching for the meaning of life, which, if it exists at all, lies nowhere else but in the search itself.
By the same author and on kindred topics.
The more you think about life, the more its ambushes open up and its pathless wastes appear.
How little it takes to be happy, and a hundred times less to suffer forever.
Indeed, it is terrible even to think that neither our hatreds nor our loves depend on our free will.