I've found what I was looking for, Child: what people call love between a man and a woman is a season. And if, at its flowering, this season is a feast of greenery, at its waning, it's only a heap of rotting leaves.

I don't even know if I will be around next year. My cancers are so bad that I think I've arrived at the end of the road. What a pity. I would like to live not only because I love life so much, but because I'd like to see the result of the trial. I do think I will be found guilty.

Is it right to shoot the poor prostitute or a woman who is unfaithful to her husband, or a man who loves another man?

I leave shreds of my soul on every experience.

No matter what system you live under, there is no escaping the law that it's always the strongest, the cruellest, the least generous who win.

I have always looked on disobedience toward the oppressive as the only way to use the miracle of having been born.

Wojtyla was a warrior, who did more to end the Soviet Union than even America.