After your death you will be what you were before your birth.

Football (soccer) is a matter of life and death, except more important.

Without football, my life is worth nothing.

My dear brothers and sisters, the joy we feel has little to do with the circumstances of our lives and everything to do with the focus of our lives.

I have learned to know God. I have recast my social belief… All my admirers are married; most of my friends are dead; and I stand with all the world before me, where to choose a path to make in it.

A belief in hell and the knowledge that every ambition is doomed to frustration at the hands of a skeleton have never prevented the majority of human beings from behaving as though death were no more than an unfounded rumor.

When I look back on my life as a whole, it is impossible for me not to feel blessed.

Risk is a part of God’s game, alike for men and nations.

All our knowledge has its origins in our perceptions.

My whole life and my whole career, even through my music, I tell people: let’s unify; let’s show more love.

I’m half living my life between reality and fantasy at all times. It’s best not to ask questions and just enjoy.

Nothing is enough for the man to whom enough is too little.

Whatever the universal nature assigns to any man at any time is for the good of that man at that time.

No matter how prepared you think you are for the death of a loved one, it still comes as a shock, and it still hurts very deeply.

If we don’t know life, how can we know death?

Certain though I am – and ever more certain – that I must press on in life as though Christ awaited me at the term of the universe, at the same time I feel no special assurance of the existence of Christ. Believing is not seeing. As much as anyone, I imagine, I walk in the shadows of faith.

Convictions are more dangerous foes of truth than lies.

Philosophy begins in wonder.

Heaven is dumb, echoing only the dumb.

Question with boldness even the existence of a God; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason, than that of blind-folded fear.

No one’s policing their own minds more than an author. You spend a lot of time in your own head analysing what you think about things, and a philosophy comes.

Nothing is more terrible than activity without insight.

Light troubles speak; the weighty are struck dumb.

You get one life. I’m going to embrace mine.

Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.

Looking back on the production of ‚Nevermind,‘ I’m embarrassed by it now. It’s closer to a Motley Crue record than it is a punk rock record.

All variety of created objects which represent order and life in the universe could happen only by the willful reasoning of its original Creator, whom I call the ‚Lord God.‘

Without work, all life goes rotten. But when work is soulless, life stifles and dies.

Anything can make me stop and look and wonder, and sometimes learn.

Nothing can be beautiful which is not true.

But I think there are a set of experiences that turn a potential writer into a working writer, and then there are places in your life were you start to recognize what you want to do.

We often want one thing and pray for another, not telling the truth even to the gods.

The question of whether or not there is a God or truth or reality or whatever you like to call it, can never be answered by books, by priests, philosopher’s or saviours. Nobody and nothing can answer the question but you yourself, and that is why you must know yourself – Immaturity lies only in total ignorance of self.

Truth is a pathless land.

To eat is to appropriate by destruction.

Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind.

You’re going to die. You’re going to be dead. It could be 20 years, it could be tomorrow, anytime. So am I. I mean, we’re just going to be gone. The world’s going to go on without us. All right now. You do your job in the face of that, and how seriously you take yourself you decide for yourself.

‚Thursday‘ is a conceptual album. Whatever that situation was, I spent the whole album focusing on that situation.

Forever is composed of nows.

Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.

Reason has always existed, but not always in a reasonable form.

Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.

Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities.

Life in general has never been even close to fair, so the pretense that the government can make it fair is a valuable and inexhaustible asset to politicians who want to expand government.

Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne’er was, nor is, nor e’er shall be.

There is a fundamental question we all have to face. How are we to live our lives; by what principles and moral values will we be guided and inspired?

Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children.

Experience without theory is blind, but theory without experience is mere intellectual play.

Sincere words are not fine; fine words are not sincere.

Beauty is a short-lived tyranny.

There is, so I believe, in the essence of everything, something that we cannot call learning. There is, my friend, only a knowledge – that is everywhere.

Europe has what we do not have yet, a sense of the mysterious and inexorable limits of life, a sense, in a word, of tragedy. And we have what they sorely need: a sense of life’s possibilities.

Most people would sooner die than think; in fact, they do so.

One might be led to suspect that there were all sorts of things going on in the universe which he or she did not thoroughly understand.

What an encouraging thought that Jesus – our beloved Husband – can find comfort in our lowly feeble gifts! Can this be, for it seems far too good to be true? May we then be willing to endure trials or even death itself if through these hardships we are assisted in bringing gladness to Immanuel’s heart.

Reverence for life affords me my fundamental principle of morality.

The end is the beginning of all things, Suppressed and hidden, Awaiting to be released through the rhythm Of pain and pleasure.

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

By the time you’ve reached your sixties, you do know that one day you will die, and knowing that is at least the beginning of wisdom.

Man is not the sum of what he has already, but rather the sum of what he does not yet have, of what he could have.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?