“Why do you pray?" he asked me, after a moment. Why did I pray? A strange question. Why did I live? Why did I breathe?"I don't know why," I said, even more disturbed and ill at ease. "I don't know why."After that day I saw him often. He explained to me with great insistence that every question possessed a power that did not lie in the answer. "Man raises himself toward God by the questions he asks Him," he was fond of repeating. "That is the true dialogue. Man questions God and God answers. But we don't understand His answers. We can't understand them. Because they come from the depths of the soul, and they stay there until death. You will find the true answers, Eliezer, only within yourself!" "And why do you pray, Moshe?" I asked him. "I pray to the God within me that He will give me the strength to ask Him the right questions.”

“[Moishe] explained to me, with great emphasis, that every question possessed a power that was lost in the answer....And why do you pray, Moishe?' I asked him.I pray to the God within me for the strength to ask Him the real questions.”

“I pray to the God within me that He will give me the strength to ask Him the right questions.”

“There's no point in asking why, even though everybody will. I know why. The harder question is "why not?" I can't believe she ran out of answers before I did.”

“There are fewer answers in the world than questions, and if you ask me now why that is so, I must tell you that there is no answer to that question.”

“A man once said, “There are only two questions man can ask himself that mean anything. Why did God create the world? And what do I do next?” ...”