There is no humor in heaven.
If we believe that the sun and moon hang in the sky for our delight, there will be joy upon the hills and gladness in the fields.
In our English popular religion the common conception of a future state of bliss is that of ... a kind of perfected middle-class home, with labour ended, the table spread, goodness all around, the lost ones restored, hymnody incessant.
It was heaven. Forget angels, forget St. Peter and glittering harpsichords. Heaven was a dance in the arms of one's true love.
Glory to God in highest heaven, Who unto man His Son hath given; While angels sing with tender mirth, A glad new year to all the earth.
Heaven with my angel. It doesn't get any better than this.
Real elation is when you feel you could touch a star without standing on tiptoe.
Marriage is distinctly and repeatedly excluded from heaven. Is this because it is thought likely to mar the general felicity?
The hope of heaven under troubles is like wind and sails to the soul.
It is strange that there are times when I feel the stars are not at all solemn: they are secretly gay.
How lovely are the portals of the night, when stars come out to watch the daylight die.
If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'T is when a youthful, loving, modest pair In other's arms breathe out the tender tale
