Have your name put in the Lamb's Book of Life in Heaven so you'll be sure you've got your reservation confirmed for one of those mansions in God's golden Space City!

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.

Hell yeah! Twitter was proof that leaderless self-organizing systems could be true agents of change.

It seems to me that I cannot afford, as a self-respecting individual, to refuse to do a thing merely because it will make me disliked or bring down a storm of criticism on my head.

And from this marvellous pan-Hellenic expedition, triumphant, brilliant in every way, celebrated on all sides, glorified incomparable, we emerged: the great new Hellenic world.

Fear is met and destroyed with courage. Again and again, when the struggle seems hopeless and all opportunity lost, some man or women with a little more courage, a little more effort, brings victory.

The sides are steep and the nights are long and cold down in the hole, light and love and the world above mean nothing to the mole.

How lavish is Nature building, pulling down, creating, destroying, chasing every material particle from form to form, ever changing, ever beautiful.

The battle against the dark one and the clinging to the right one is what my life is about.

We threw passes enough that we were prime to catch them and get up to speed. I think we will be fine there.

I think that, as life is action and passion, it is required of a man that he should share the passion and action of his time at peril of being judged not to have lived.

The more I reflect on the graces I have received, the more they astonish me and make me tremble.