There ain't no answer. There ain't going to be any answer. There never has been an answer. That's the answer.

If the rose puzzled its mind over the question of how it grew, it would not have been the miracle that it is.

The answer is in the plural and they bounce.

Whenever you do something without asking yourself, "Why am I doing this?"-that is meaningless life... . The "why" of life makes it meaningful... . Only when an answer is given is one living life as a man.

There is really nothing more to say-except why. But since why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in how.

Everyone wants to know why As if we have answers for everything. In fact, the real great questions always remain unanswered. You do agree with me, don't you?