“When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.”

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike

Things that are not at all, are never lost.

Honour is purchas’d by the deeds we do.

Live and die in Aristotle’s works.

Religion! O Diabole! Fie, I am asham’d, however that I seem, To think a word of such simple sound, Of such great matter should be made the ground.

Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.

Strike up the drum and march courageously.

All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be.

Is it not passing brave to be a King and ride in triumph through Persepolis?

O soul, be changed into little waterdrops, / And fall into the ocean, ne’er be found!

Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world.

Nothing violent, oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.

The griefs of private men are soon allayed, But not of kings.

It is a comfort to the miserable to have comrades in misfortune, but it is a poor comfort after all.

Every step of the way to heaven is heaven.

The love that made Him to suffer passeth as far all His pains as Heaven is above Earth.

Look up here, I’m in heaven.

There ain’t been no angels in heaven around since God invented girls.

Heaven… I’m in heaven, and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak.

Heaven help the roses if the bombs begin to fall.

We should remember in our dealings with animals that they are a sacred trust to us from our Heavenly Father. They are dumb and cannot speak for themselves.

I believe the only way we can reach the Kingdom of Heaven is to have the Kingdom of Heaven in our hearts.