The tragedy of modern man is not that he knows less and less about the meaning of his own life, but that it bothers him less and less.


Letters to Olga (1988), p. 237


The tragedy of modern man is not that he knows less and less about the meaning of his own life, but that it bothers him less and less.

The tragedy of modern man is not that he knows less and less about the meaning of his own life, but that it bothers him less and less.

The tragedy of modern man is not that he knows less and less about the meaning of his own life, but that it bothers him less and less.

The tragedy of modern man is not that he knows less and less about the meaning of his own life, but that it bothers him less and less.