Anatole France Quotes

This world has angels all too few, and heaven is overflowing.

Whether the angels play only Bach praising God, I am not quite sure.

Religion has convinced us that there's something else entirely other than concerns about suffering. There's concerns about what God wants, there's concerns about what's going to happen in the afterlife.

If there is a heaven, I don't know anything else I can do to get there - and neither do you.

I believe in angels. I believe in God.

I sing about heaven and hell, angels and demons.

God is real. You have a lot of prophets, angels; everything is real, you know. You know me - I'm a deep person, so my mind goes really, really deep.

Perhaps they needn't even believe - it was enough that they needed angels, and the angels would return gladly.

Nobody's perfect. We're all just one step up from the beasts and one step down from the angels.

He who loves goodness harbors angels, reveres reverence, and lives with God.

Heaven does not make holiness, but holiness makes heaven.

I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call and invite God and his angels thither.

Could we forbear dispute, and practice love, We should agree as angels do above. Where love presides, not vice alone does find, No entrance there, hut virtues stay behind: Both faith, and hope, and all the meaner train, Of mortal virtues, at the door remain. Love only enters as a native there, For born in heav'n, it does but sojourn here.

My destiny is to go to heaven, my responsibility is to bring heaven.

True faith, a simple life, a helping hand- the three things prized most in Heaven.

'Tis only when they spring to Heaven that angels reveal themselves to you.

Dear, harmless age! the short, swift span Where weeping Virtue parts with man; Where love without lust dwells, and bends What way we please without self-ends. An age of mysteries! which he Must live that would God's face see Which angels guard, and with it play, Angels! which foul men drive away.

So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Till oft converse with heav'nly habitants Begin to cast a beam on th' outward shape.

Prayer is an all-efficient panoply, a treasure undiminished, a mine which is never exhausted, a sky unobscured by clouds, a heaven unruffled by the storm. It is the root, the fountain, the mother of a thousand blessings.

Humans need fantasy to be human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape.

A twinge of conscience is a glimpse of God.

There is no way to work your way to God. There is no way to climb up to heaven. There is only one way, and that is through Christ.

The angels did not merely sin and lose heaven, but they passed beyond all other beings in sin and made themselves fit denizens for hell.