Bart gave the man some of his own bread. Bart had nothing to spare, but he nevertheless found the ability to give. Perhaps because of that, he was one of the gentlest and happiest men I ever knew. Auschwitz didn't make him bitter. It made him better.
Life needs meaning.
Without meaning, even the most comfortable life has no pleasure. They are carrying bricks in an open field. As soon as they have stacked all the bricks at one end of the field, they proceed to transport them to the opposite end. This continues without stop, and every day of every year they are busy doing the same thing. One day, one of the morons stops long enough to ask himself what he is doing.