A holy and useful life does not purchase heaven for a christian, but prepares him for heaven.

If you keep your eyes so fixed on Heaven that you never look at the Earth, you will stumble into Hell.

Heaven may have happiness as utterly unknown to us, as the gift of perfect vision would be to a man born blind. If we consider the inlets of pleasure from five senses only, we may be sure that the same being who created us, could have given us five hundred if he had pleased.

They that are reconciled unto God, in the frame and temper of their minds, that live according to the Law of Heaven (the everlasting and immutable rule of goodness, righteousness and truth) may truly be said to have begun Heaven while they are upon the earth.

The light of Heaven isn't light, exactly -- it's a radioactive bludgeoning of purity; a bright, punishing ubiquity. It doesn't illuminate so much as incinerate: burning away darkness, and shadow, and ambiguity.

The problem is, even if there is a Heaven how can there be one we can stand forever?

To every man is given the key to the gates of heaven; the same key opens the gates of hell.

Were there a country on earth uniting all that is beautiful in nature, all that is great in virtue, genius, and the liberal arts, and numbering among its citizens the most illustrious patriots, poets, philosophers, philanthropists of our age, how eagerly should we cross the ocean to visit it! And how immeasurably greater is the attraction of heaven! There live the elder brethren of the creation, the sons of the morning, who sang for joy at the creation of our race; there the great and good of all ages and climes; the friends, benefactors, deliverers, ornaments of their race; the patriarch, prophet, apostle, and martyr; the true heroes of public, and still more of private, life; the father, mother, husband, wife, child, who, unrecorded by man, have walked before God in the beauty of love and self-sacrificing virtue. There are all who have built up in our hearts the power of goodness and truth, the writers from whose pages we have received the inspiration of pure and lofty sentiments, the friends whose countenances have shed light through our dwellings, and peace and strength through our hearts. There they are gathered together, safe from every storm, and triumphant over every evil; and they say to us, Come and join us in our everlasting blessedness; come and bear part in our song of praise; share our adoration, friendship, progress, and works of love.