See the man on the TV with a phony smile. Bring you up, bring you down, he can turn your head around.

Smell the sea and feel the sky.

The fog of illusion, the fog of confusion is hanging all over the world.

Have I told you lately that I love you, have I told you lately there's no one above you. Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness, ease my troubles, that's what you do.

These are the days of the endless summer, these are the days, the time is now. There is no past, there's only future, there's only here, there's only now.

Hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea, and feel the sky let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic.

You gotta fight every day to keep mediocrity at bay.

Music is spiritual. The music business is not.

Let your soul and spirit fly.

Meet them halfway with love, peace, and persuasion, and expect them to rise for the occasion.

I think Paul McGuinness and U2 created the Irish music industry. It certainly wasn't there before that.

The professional learns to recognize envy-driven criticism and to take it for what it is: the supreme compliment. The critic hates most that which he would have done himself if he had had the guts.

Wisdom is not wisdom when it is derived from books alone.

I don't think my brand of self-confidence and self-assuredness can come from an outside source. It's got to come from me.

Methodological individualism is the doctrine that psychological states are individuated with respect to their causal powers.

Quanity has it's own quality.

The aim of the painting is that the eye should find out what it likes.

Some things need to be broken to become stronger.

The world is as it should be.

When all is said and done, I'd never count the cost. It's worth all that's lost, just to see you smile.

The question of international norms or international resolutions, you know, coming from Mr. Obama is not really about whether there are international norms or resolutions to uphold.