“You go to Heaven once you’ve been to Hell.”

I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I’m glad you stood in my way.

First of all, nothing will happen and a little later nothing will happen again.

I dreamed about you baby. It was just the other night. Most of you were naked Ah, but some of you was light.

I found that things became a lot easier when I no longer expected to win. You abandon your masterpiece and sink into the real masterpiece.

I ache in the places where I used to play.

It’s hard to hold the hand of anyone who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.

Then let’s be quiet together.

How bitter were the Prozac pills of the last few hundred mornings?

Well, I am the one who loves changing from nothing to one.

My interest in this pack of failures betrays my character.

Never make a decision when you need to pee.

I don’t want to be a star, merely dying.

The maestro says it’s Mozart But it sounds like bubble gum.

Don’t call yourself a secret unless you mean to keep it.

I have tried in my way to be free.

In our rags of light, all dressed to kill.

I tell you the truth, it is hard for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven. Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven.

It is written on the gate of heaven: Nothing in existence is more powerful than destiny. And destiny brought you here, to this page, which is part of your ticket-as all things are-to return to God.

Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.

The return from your work must be the satisfaction which that work brings you and the world’s need of that work. With this, life is heaven, or as near heaven as you can get. Without this – with work which you despise, which bores you, and which the world does not need – this life is hell.

If the earth is fit for laughter then surely heaven is filled with it. Heaven is the birthplace of laughter.

Next time a sunrise steals your breath or a meadow of flowers leave you speechless, remain that way. Say nothing, and listen as Heaven whispers, “Do you like it? I did it just for you.”

Your good thoughts, good words and good deeds alone will be your intercessors. Nothing more will be wanted. They alone will serve you as a safe pilot to the harbour of Heaven, as a safe guide to the gates of paradise.

The bad fortune of the good turns their faces up to heaven; the good fortune of the bad bows their heads down to the earth.