I've traveled to 50 countries, but I've never been to heaven.
Most people think that Heaven is a choir, and all you will do is sing.
This God who, as the psalmist said, built His tabernacles in the sun, now establishes Himself in the very core of the flesh and the blood.
And amid all the splendours of the World, its vast halls and spaces, and its wheeling fires, Ilúvatar chose a place for their habitation in the Deeps of Time and in the midst of the innumerable stars.
Heaven: A place where the wicked cease from troubling you with talk of their personal affairs, and the good listen with attention while you expound on yours.
The space of the bow of any one of you in Paradise is better than all that the sun rises upon.
Every day is a Sabbath to me. All pure water is holy water, and this earth is a celestial abode.
In my mind, we live in Heaven, and we live in Hell.
There is a happy land, Far, far away, Where Saints in glory stand, Bright, bright as day.
Ah, believer, it is only Heaven that is above all winds, storms, and tempests; God did not cast man out of Paradise that he might find another paradise in this world.
I thought of the soul as resembling a castle, formed of a single diamond or a very transparent crystal, and containing many rooms, just as in Heaven there are many mansions.
Heaven suits the back to the burden.
Wherever God spends the day, He comes home to sleep in Rwanda.
Heaven lies about us in our infancy.
I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low for Heaven! Hush! I talk my dream aloud - I build it bright to see, - I build it on the moonlit cloud, To which I looked with thee.
Live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind. For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are hurled Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curled Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world.
Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God!
The outer world, from which we cower into our houses, seemed after all a gentle habitable place; and night after night a man's bed, it seemed, was laid and waiting for him in the fields, where God keeps an open house.
Heaven is a house full of miracles; yea, of spectacles and images of free grace.
I have departed from this planet and I have left behind my poor earthly ones with their occupations which are as many as they are useless; at last I am living in the scintillating splendor of the stars, each of which used to seem to me as large as millions of suns.
