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.

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.

Death is the funeral of all our sorrows.

It certainly seems like a good idea to talk about Heaven, meditate about Heaven and read about Heaven, because, after all, that's where we're going to spend eternity.

No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.

Only with grace, can we reach the goal.

God’s grace is our greatest need for every good deed.

Best wishes for a great marathon. Be sure to savor it. The first marathon is something special. Run long and healthy.

We're not going to take the risk when it comes to the safety of the American people. No longer.

When you look at a couch you don't really see the couch. You see the couch as perceived by a state of mind.

I got caught up in the proletariat the way Marx describes it.

No one remembers who came fourth.

My concept of drama requires obstacles, and there's no obstacles in comfort.

What are fears but voices airy? Whispering harm where harm is not. And deluding the unwary Till the fatal bolt is shot!