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!

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!

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.

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.

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.

If you suffer some losses, remember that after humility a reward from God will always follow

I don't believe that the public knows what it wants; this is the conclusion that I have drawn from my career.

A lot of unions are doing the same thing on the left that the NRA is doing on the right.

I wanted to be a clown when I was a kid, so I love interacting and goofing around with kids.

We interact with others and we decide who we are. Are we reclusive? Are we outgoing? Are we successful? Are we going to be a failure? We cast a role for ourselves and we step into it.

The little bit you and me might change the world," Malloy smiled, "it wouldnt show up until a hundred years after we were dead. We'd never see it." "But it'd be there.

Words fall short sometimes.

I know how to rebuild a team. I know how to step in and work hard.

Even though he was afraid to admit it, when he was with her it seemed it was worth doing all those normal things that normal people do.

It may be true that the weak will always be driven to the wall; but it is the task of a just society to see that the wall is climbable.