Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and sours; Our flowers are merely—flowers.
The name Downhere comes from a song I wrote after a friend of mine died in college, and it was kind of the first time I was dealing with loss and, you know, real mortality, and it was a song of how down here on Earth, we don't have the big picture.
You know what, my faith is like this - when I die, I'm going to live with God forever and ever. But I believe He wants us to have a good life here on Earth.
It must not be supposed that the Church so concentrates her energies on caring for souls as to overlook things which pertain to mortal and earthly life.
The current of emotion, which was formerly directed to gaining eternal bliss, is turned in socialism - in the same degree as the latter is permeated by evolutionism - towards the perfecting of earthly life.
Glory to Women! They weave and entwine heavenly roses into an earthly life.
Your life on earth will be, as always, the interval between two significant glances in a mundane mirror.
Gratitude is not a mere word; it is not a mere concept. It is the living breath of your real existence on earth.
Christianity is a religion which concerns us as we are here and now, creatures of body and soul. We do not "follow the footsteps of his most holy life" by the exercise of a trained religious imagination, but by treading the firm, rough earth, up hill and down dale.
Everyone focuses on the earthly state, but how cool might death be? I believe in spiritual rebirth, and I can't wait to experience that.
Everything, absolutely everything on this earth makes sense, and even the smallest things are worthy of our consideration.
This life at best is but an inn, And we the passengers.
To Buddha, the second figure in the painting, life on earth was bitter, filled with attachments and desires that led to suffering.
I also found that for myself, since I've had no religious education, it was so interesting to see the different versions of heaven and what life on earth means.
Strange is our situation here upon earth.
Not at all similar are the race of the immortal gods and the race of men who walk upon the earth.
What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven?
I believe this earth on which we stand is but the vestibule to glorious mansions through which a moving crowd forever press.
Blessed are they who feel like pilgrims and strangers in this life, and whose best things are all to come!
We are wide-eyed in contemplating the possibility that life may exist elsewhere in the universe, but we wear blinders when contemplating the possibilities of life on earth.
Death is not a blotting-out of existence, a final escape from life; nor is death the door to immortality. He who has fled his Self in earthly joys will not recapture It amidst the gossamer charms of an astral world. There he merely accumulates finer perceptions and more sensitive responses to the beautiful and the good, which are one. It is on the anvil of this gross earth that struggling man must hammer out the imperishable gold of spiritual identity.
When we consider the beginning of our life, and compare the same with the eternal life, which we have in the promise, we cannot say nor find that we are at home in this life.
Life here with the things of the earth is a sinking, a defeat, a failing of the wing.
And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love.
With every anguish of our earthly part The spirit's sight grows clearer.
