Let each man think himself an act of God, His mind a thought, his life a breath of God; And let each try, by great thoughts and good deeds, To show the most of Heaven he hath in him.
What springs from earth dissolves to earth again, and heaven-born things fly to their native seat.
I don't believe in an afterlife, so I don't have to spend my whole life fearing hell, or fearing heaven even more. For whatever the tortures of hell, I think the boredom of heaven would be even worse.
Waiting for the spark from heaven to fall.
Blessed be childhood, which brings down something of heaven into the midst of our rough earthliness.
Music is harmony, harmony is perfection, perfection is our dream, and our dream is heaven.
Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.
Heaven takes care that no man secures happiness by crime.
We climb to heaven most often on the ruins of our cherished plans, finding our failures were successes.
I am a being of Heaven and Earth, of thunder and lightning, of rain and wind, of the galaxies.
Now Heaven and Earth are older than the temples, and older than the Scriptures.
Music, the greatest good that mortals know and all of heaven we have hear below.
Is there not some chosen curse, some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man who owes his greatness to his country's ruin!