You know, it's not the world I would have wanted, for sure.
Righteousness cannot be born until self-righteousness is dead.
The secret to happiness is to face the fact that the world is horrible.
Men fear thought as they fear nothing else on earth - more than ruin, more even than death. Thought is subversive and revolutionary, destructive and terrible, thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions, and comfortable habits; thought is anarchic and lawless, indifferent to authority, careless of the well-tried wisdom of the ages. Thought looks into the pit of hell and is not afraid. . . Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, and the chief glory of man.
We may define "faith" as the firm belief in something for which there is no evidence. Where there is evidence, no one speaks of "faith. " We do not speak of faith that two and two are four or that the earth is round. We only speak of faith when we wish to substitute emotion for evidence. The substitution of emotion for evidence is apt to lead to strife, since different groups, substitute different emotions.
Envy was one of the most potent causes of unhappiness.
I believe four ingredients are necessary for happiness: health, warm personal relations, sufficient means to keep you from want, and successful work.
There are fewer and fewer philosophies that everyone subscribes to. We don't seem to have as many beliefs in common as we used to. Also, we interact much more online. We have all these gadgets to help us manage different aspects of our lives.
People want to be liked by other people so they adopt other people's standards, but for me, my standard had always been true.
I've always gotten a natural high from performing. I suddenly feel invincible when I step onto the stage. Honestly, I get most of my energy from our fans. They are always so inspiring and they push me to give 200 percent at every show. I always think of myself as a physical manifestation of our music, and our music calls for a performer with a hell of a lot of energy!
Irish Alzheimer's: you forget everything except the grudges