I always knew that we were going to be successful and accomplish and succeed at our dreams. There was never a doubt in my mind. When we were recording 'Appetite For Destruction ' we all knew.

Deep into that darkness peering long I stood there wondering fearing doubting dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

So here is one of my theories on happiness: we cannot know if we have lived a truly happy life until the very end. This view of life and death was reinforced by my close witnessing of the buildup to the death of Philip Gould. Philip was without doubt my closest friend in politics. When he died I felt like I had lost a limb.

Though I am a Catholic a professing one I have serious doubts about the survival of the human personality after death.

The death of anti-gay hate speech is no doubt being hastened by the head-spinning speed with which gays as a group - to say nothing of gay marriage - are becoming an unremarkable and even quite traditional parts of American life.

Should I perchance still feel after my death I would no longer have any doubt but I would most certainly give the lie to anyone asserting before me that I was dead.

Life is doubt and faith without doubt is nothing but death.

Prohibit the taking of omens and do away with superstitious doubts. Then until death itself comes no calamity need be feared.

My parents loved each other. I was raised in a house of total love and respect. My dad worked very hard and my mother was incredibly devoted to him. I can unequivocally without any peradventure of doubt tell you that I was raised with the kind of love that we only dream of.

There is too much fathering going on just now and there is no doubt about it fathers are depressing.