Going down the old mine with a transistor radio.

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 destiny of nations depends upon the manner in which they feed themselves.

The one fact about the future of which we can be certain is that it will be utterly fantastic.

I'd rather be at home with 12 people around the table.

Dads are the leaders in their homes, and our kids need leaders.

Passion makes the best observations and the sorriest conclusions.

What is true by lamplight is not always true by sunlight.

We seem to have lost. We have not lost. To refuse to fight would have been to lose; to fight is to win. We have kept faith with the past, and handed on a tradition to the future.

Then each of you will control his own body and live in holiness and honor- not in lustful passion like the pagans who do not know God and his ways.

Never has our nation , or our world, stood on the precipice of adversity in such dire need of men answering the cry to rule well.

Cyberspace is where you are when you're on the telephone.