and I shall watch the ferry boats, and they'll get high, on a bluer ocean against tomorrow's sky. and i will never grow so old again, and i will walk and talk, in gardens all wet with rain...

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 physical world we live in is just the beginning.

All happy families resemble one another every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

Every individual suffers from the fear of failure, but you can change your destiny only when you overcome it.

Faith can move mountains; true: mountains of stupidity.

Going to Mars would evolve humankind into a two-planet species.

If you meditate and continue to have fun with yoga and Buddhism, you will amass knowledge and will move to a higher incarnation. In your next lifetime you will be much wiser, much happier.

In real life, coincidences happen all the time. In novels, they are leapt upon with fury.

Good but rarely came from good advice.

The work of art itself is . . . a vibrant, magical, and exemplary object which returns us to the world in some way more open and enriched.