Joy is the serious business of Heaven.
I hope I go to Heaven, and when I do, I'm going to do what every San Franciscan does when he gets there. He looks around and says, 'It ain't bad, but it ain't San Francisco.'
The Nobel thing is like dying and going to heaven for a while. It's like being transported to a fairyland.
Their woes gone by, and both to heaven upflown, To bow for gratitude before Jove's throne.
In my mind, we live in Heaven, and we live in Hell.
The poetry that sustains me is when I feel that, for a minute, the clouds have parted and I've seen ecstasy or something.
The sky is more beautiful than earth, and I want the sky, not earth.
This country and the Commonwealth last Tuesday were not far from the Kingdom of Heaven.
My soul can find no staircase to Heaven unless it be through Earth's loveliness.
Ask not of me, love, what is love? Ask what is good of God above; Ask of the great sun what is light; Ask what is darkness of the night; Ask sin of what may be forgiven; Ask what is happiness of heaven; Ask what is folly of the crowd; Ask what is fashion of the shroud; Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss; Ask of thyself what beauty is.
We rejoice in God since he has taught us that every thing which is true in us, is but a faint expression of what is in him. And thus all our joys become to us the echo of higher joys, and our very life is as a dream of that nobler life, to which we shall awaken when we die.
