What you possess in the world will be found at the day of your death to belong to someone else. But what you are will be yours forever.

The very essence of literature is the war between emotion and intellect, between life and death. When literature becomes too intellectual - when it begins to ignore the passions, the emotions - it becomes sterile, silly, and actually without substance.

Which death is preferably to every other? 'The unexpected'.

I mean, whatever kills you kills you, and your death is authentic no matter how you die.

Not all moral issues have the same moral weight as abortion and euthanasia. There may be legitimate diversity of opinion even among Catholics about waging war and applying the death penalty, but not... with regard to abortion and euthanasia.