Heaven cannot brook two suns, nor earth two masters.

Heaven cannot brook two suns, nor earth two masters.

You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.

You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.

'Twas whispered in Heaven, 'twas muttered in hell
And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell.
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'Twas whispered in Heaven, 'twas muttered in hell
And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell.
On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest,
And the depths of the ocean its presence confessed.

Has this world been so kind to you that you should leave with regret? There are better things ahead than read more

Has this world been so kind to you that you should leave with regret? There are better things ahead than any we leave behind.

Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and
rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through read more

Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and
rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal:
But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth
nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor
steal:
For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.

Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy;
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Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy;
Dreams cannot picture a world so fair--
Sorrow and death may not enter there;
Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom,
For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb,
It is there, it is there, my child!

If I ever reach heaven I expect to find three wonders there: first, to meet some I had not thought read more

If I ever reach heaven I expect to find three wonders there: first, to meet some I had not thought to see there; second, to miss some I had expected to see there; and third, the greatest wonder of all, to find myself there

Whenever cannibals are on the brink of starvation, Heaven, in its infinite mercy, sends them a nice plump missionary

Whenever cannibals are on the brink of starvation, Heaven, in its infinite mercy, sends them a nice plump missionary

In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell.

In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell.