I have a general moral: great philosophers may be great, but that is not a reason to follow them. Don't be a follower. Work it out for yourself.

Catholicism is the most philosophical branch of Christianity.

Taken as hypotheses, religious claims do very badly. Yet the striking fact is that this does not worry Christians.

One philosophically fascinating aspect of Catholicism is the very strange conception of reality it presents (the incarnation, the eucharist, judgement day etc.).

I do think that philosophy and science are very different intellectual enterprises, but that does not mean that when we get knowledge from philosophy it is a different kind of knowledge.

Wine is not discovered but made: it is an artifact that can be appraised that can be appraised aesthetically

Since I don't believe in externalism, I don't think it can explain consciousness!

I like to think of myself as a naturalist - insofar as that term is at all clear.

Unlike art which contains a message, wine conveys nothing, it has no intellectual or cognitive content

The wine itself has aesthetic value; but what it is for a wine to have aesthetic value cannot be understood without making reference to the experience to tasting it

Naturalism is a methodological rather than a metaphysical view. It's because I am a naturalist, actually, that I am sceptical about physicalism.

A life without problems is a life without choices.

A man who has HEALTH has a thousand dreams, but a man without HEALTH has only one.

I'm a self-taught musician, so I never really had the restrictions of any one instrument. I would always just sort of pick up instruments and make noise with 'em.

May God keep fresh the fountain of our laughter and our tears!

I'm going to tell you the story about the geese which fly 5,000 miles from Canada to France.

But ah! what once has been shall be no more! The groaning earth in travail and in pain Brings forth its races, but does not restore, And the dead nations never rise again.

Swords and knives make me feel vulnerable.

How little a thing can make us happy when we feel that we have earned it.

The graceful minuet-dance of fancy must give place to the toilsome, thorny pilgrimage of understanding. On the transition from the age of romance to that of science.

Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard.