A lot of people think Heaven is sitting around on a cloud playing a harp all day, doing nothing except being holy - and they don't find it very appealing! Thank God that is not what Heaven is like!

There are a lot of good people going to Hell, and a lot of bad people like you and me going to Heaven!

We live like Heaven already, a little bit of Heaven right here and now! What could we have more?-Only more of the same and better!

My idea of Heaven is what we've got right now, right here!-All this beauty and pleasure and fun and inspiration and spirit and fellowship and joy, all of this and more so and more of it!

God is a racist! He has a special elite race of supermen who are going to live above all others in the Holy City, the magical, mystical, marvelous, mysterious Space City!

Musicians can look forward to playing with the best musicians that ever played. They can even have their own band!

I don't know how perfect everybody is going to be in Heaven, but anyhow, certainly a lot better than here!

Leaving this life is just like going from one room to another and closing the door.

Heaven is going to be like this life, only better. It will be like this life with all its joys and beauties and pleasures, but without the drawbacks - with all the assets but none of the liabilities.

Your body is not the real you. It's just the physical house you live in. The real you is your spirit, which will live on forever.

Death is the funeral of all our sorrows.

Recognize yourself as a person who has received a precious gift from your creator

They had not yet started out across a continent of grief that a lifetime of walking could not cover.

Perhaps she just needed to remind herself more often how that gold was still floating above her head, it's minuscule particles visible only when pierced by a certain light.

You can take and nail two sticks together like they've never been nailed together before and some fool will buy it.

My time on this world is limited, but the things I can do with that time are not.

Next time we see you, you’ll be on trial for some ingenious crime!” Dottie said with a laugh. Evie grinned. “Just as long as they know my name.

Enclave life becomes very tense, Even when they do elect a leader, the factions remain, with the threat of splitting off.

The deeps are cold: In that darkness camaraderie does not hold: Nothing touches but, clutching, devours.

No nation is drunken where wine is cheap, and none sober where the dearness of wine substitutes ardent spirits as the common beverage

When you are a character actor they trust you will go in and give them a full character and leave.