If there's a heaven, I hope to hell I go!
Life is a pilgrimage. The wise man does not rest by the roadside inns. He marches direct to the illimitable domain of eternal bliss, his ultimate destination.
One night awaits all, and death's path must be trodden once and for all.
Although we may trust God's promises for life after death and the certainty of a heavenly home, we must still face the reality of death.
Death is like my car. It takes me where I want to go.
Heaven is important, but its not the end of the world.
Well, don't we all feel like jumping to the end of the world sometimes?
At the end of all things, the blessed will say, 'We never lived anywhere but in heaven.'
UNUSED LYRIC I’ve never been to Eden But it’s nice I hear tell When I die I’ll go to heaven ’Cause I’ve done my time in hell
Abraham did not know where he was going immediately, but he knew where he was going ultimately. He did not know the Whither but he knew the Whom. He believed God, and, being sure of his destiny, he did not worry about his destination.
And may we find when ended is the page, Death but a tavern on our pilgrimage.
Pity that the only way to paradise is in a hearse.
To hope for Paradise is to live in Paradise, a very different thing from actually getting there.
Everybody wants to go to heaven. They just don't want God to be there when they get there.
If you've lived a bad life, they send you to Hell. But if you've been truly wicked, they give you a tour of Heaven first.
Whatever we try - to be rich, to be happy - death is unavoidable. It doesn't matter how much money you have; it doesn't matter how much love you have. At the end of the day, it's all heading that way.
They say there's a heaven for those who wait, some say it's better I say it ain't.
One night is awaiting us all, and the way of death must be trodden once. [Lat., Omnes una manet nox, Et calcanda semel via leti.]
Next, they'll say, "Do you want to go to heaven?" Have you ever had anybody say, "No, I'd rather go to hell." My friend, understand this, everyone wants to go to heaven. They just don't want God to be there when they get there.
Who will reach heaven? I do not know, but I am certain that no one will be there who does not feel at home.
Paradise is a center whither the souls of all men are proceeding, each sect in its particular road.
I must keep alive in myself the desire for my true country, which I shall not find till after death; I must never let it get snowed under or turned aside; I must make it the main object of life to press on to that other country and to help others to do the same.
Little, indeed, does it concern us in this our mortal stage, to inquire whence the spirit hath come; but of what infinite concern is the consideration whither it is going. Surely such consideration demands the study of a life.
Dying man couldn't make up his mind which place to go to-both have their advantages, heaven for the climate, hell for the company!
Whence come I and whither go I? That is the great unfathomable question. Science has no answer to it.
