every act of one's life is the unavoidable result of every act that has preceded it.
I might be deceiving myself but I do not think that I do have an inordinate fear of death.
It is the woman - nearly always - in spite of all the advances of modern feminism, who still takes responsibility for the bulk of the chores, as well as doing her paid job. This is true even in households where men try to be unselfish and to do their share.
A busybody's work is never done.
My belief has come about in large measure because of the lives and examples of people I have known - not the famous, not saints, but friends and relations who have lived, and faced death, in the light of the Resurrection story, or in the quiet acceptance that they have a future after they die.
Hitler suffered acutely from meteorism; perhaps he did not suffer so acutely as those around him, since meteorism is uncontrolled farting, a condition exacerbated by Hitler's strictly vegetarian diet.
One symptom of his (Hitler) being strangely at variance with reality, or the nature of things,was his gift for wearing inappropriate of ludicrous clothing. . . When he was supposed to be starting a militaristic revolution he was wearing evening dress and an ill-fitting black tailcoat. . . and his army medals.
Poetry holds the knowledge that we are alive and that we know we're going to die.
If surviving assassination attempts were an Olympic event, I would win the gold medal.
People go to church for the same reasons they go to a tavern: to stupefy themselves, to forget their misery, to imagine themselves, for a few minutes anyway, free and happy.
One last breath. We all have to take one eventually. It was over.