Heaven and the spirit world are much more real, beautiful and lasting than the world which you can see with your natural eyes at this very moment.

There are a lot of good people going to Hell, and a lot of bad people like you and me going to Heaven!

We live like Heaven already, a little bit of Heaven right here and now! What could we have more?-Only more of the same and better!

My idea of Heaven is what we've got right now, right here!-All this beauty and pleasure and fun and inspiration and spirit and fellowship and joy, all of this and more so and more of it!

God is a racist! He has a special elite race of supermen who are going to live above all others in the Holy City, the magical, mystical, marvelous, mysterious Space City!

Musicians can look forward to playing with the best musicians that ever played. They can even have their own band!

I don't know how perfect everybody is going to be in Heaven, but anyhow, certainly a lot better than here!

Leaving this life is just like going from one room to another and closing the door.

Heaven is going to be like this life, only better. It will be like this life with all its joys and beauties and pleasures, but without the drawbacks - with all the assets but none of the liabilities.

Your body is not the real you. It's just the physical house you live in. The real you is your spirit, which will live on forever.

Death is the funeral of all our sorrows.

Can we just be grateful for beauty & joy, fascination & tolerance, humour & love, nature & grace, and simply release any anger and pains?

Running an expedition can bring out the worst in a man. It can make you a power-crazed monster.

Human beings feel an obligation to have a definate opinion on issues they can never truly know. They need to learn to be satisfied with "I don't know".

I've always found that the best travelers are the very same people who are intensely interested in the history and culture of their own home city.

Of all that Heaven produces and nourishes, there is none so great as man.

Here is a piece of earth. If you stand staring at it and doing nothing, what does the earth yield? Nothing. Just like a woman.

When Jack White called and wanted me to do a video and play mandolin with The Raconteurs, I didn't know anything about The Raconteurs at that time.

Most of the birds of the Old World can be found here, as Oman is on a strategic route for migrating birds

A certain giving up of control is good for the soul.

If my father was alive to hear that, he'd turn over in his grave.