hree passsions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, are governing my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.These three passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course , over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.

have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy - ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy.I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness - that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss.I have sought it,finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vison of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined.

ith equal passion I have sought knowledge.I wish to understand the hearts of men.I wish to know why the stars shine.And I am trying to understand how our universe was originated so that I can read the language of nature and disprove the existence of god. Some of this, may be not all, I must achieve.

ove and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens.But always pity bringing me back to the earth .Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a hated burden to their sons,and the whole world of lonliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be.I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.

his is my life.I find it worth living, and would most gladly live it again and again if the chances were offered to me.