We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.

You are Mrs. Reagan because Mr. Reagan loves you with all his heart.

The bad fortune of the good turns their faces up to heaven; the good fortune of the bad bows their heads down to the earth.

I love hugging people. I still hug everybody in my meet-and-greet lines.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

Heaven is long-enduring, and earth continues long. The reason why heaven and earth are able to endure and continue thus long is because they do not live of, or for, themselves.

In heaven an angel is nobody in particular.

Great indeed is the sublimity of the Creative, to which all beings owe their beginning and which permeates all heaven.

The blessed of us must save the less of us. I’m blessed, and yeah, I’m planning to go to Heaven.

Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.

Love is a state of Being. Your love is not outside; it is deep within you. You can never lose it, and it cannot leave you. It is not dependent on some other body, some external form.

I tell you the truth, it is hard for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven. Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven.

There is no hope of anyone going to Heaven unless they believe this truth I am presenting. You cannot go to Heaven unless you believe with all your heart that Jesus took your place in Hell.

The secret source of humor is not joy but sorrow; there is no humor in Heaven.

Heaven is dumb, echoing only the dumb.

Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me.

Truly it is an evil to be full of faults; but it is a still greater evil to be full of them and to be unwilling to recognize them, since that is to add the further fault of a voluntary illusion.

Heaven cannot brook two suns, nor earth two masters.

My wife is already in Heaven.

All my life affection has been showered upon me, and every forward step I have made has been taken in spite of it.

I am not going to Heaven because I have preached to great crowds or read the Bible many times. I’m going to Heaven just like the thief on the cross who said in that last moment: ‚Lord, remember me.‘

I’m more of a realist when it comes to life, and I’d much rather my mother be in a spiritual place in Heaven than in a bed, sick, fighting for her life.

One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.

If I held you any closer I would be on the other side of you.

There is no heaven or afterlife for broken-down computers; that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark.

I’m going to let God be the judge of who goes to heaven and hell.

I should like to lie at your feet and die in your arms.

I don’t like to commit myself about heaven and hell – you see, I have friends in both places.

Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company.

I really miss being able to blend in with people.

The real lover is the man who can thrill you just by touching your head or smiling into your eyes – or just by staring into space.

I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant.

If you want to be perfect, go, sell your possessions and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven.

The only thing I can say is that I like people; I like human beings with their faults and with their strengths.

What I cry out for, like every being, with my whole life and all my earthly passion, is something very different from an equal to cherish: it is a God to adore.

Heavenly Father loves every one of His children. After all, He is their Father.

The frontier between hell and heaven is only the difference between two ways of looking at things.

You can think of the entire Internet as a place where ideas embodied in cyberspace are having a war, and it’s not much different than the war of gods in heaven, which has been taking place since there’s been human beings.

We may be surprised at the people we find in heaven. God has a soft spot for sinners. His standards are quite low.

Nature has planted in our minds an insatiable longing to see the truth.

I think that you can love people without it being the great love.

If I love you, I show you I love you every day. Little things, big things.

As we are, so we associate. The good, by affinity, seek the good; the vile, by affinity, the vile. Thus of their own volition, souls proceed into Heaven, into Hell.

The only answer to fear is faith in God, knowing He loves you unconditionally and individually.

Is there not some chosen curse, some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man who owes his greatness to his country’s ruin!

In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.

As I approached my 95th birthday, I was burdened to write a book that addressed the epidemic of ‚easy believism.‘ There is a mindset today that if people believe in God and do good works, they are going to Heaven.

It’s hard for anybody who’s been with me not to feel starved for affection when I’m making love to my ideas. Maybe it’s not meant for me to settle down and be married.

The Bible says that God has a reason for keeping us here; if He didn’t, He would take us to Heaven far sooner.

It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.

Speak low, if you speak love.

Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there’s time, the Bastard Time.

Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.

Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.

Love him and let him love you. Do you think anything else under heaven really matters?

For victory in life, we’ve got to keep focused on the goal, and the goal is Heaven.

My wife and I are very affectionate.

Even an animal, if you show genuine affection, gradually trust develops… If you always showing bad face and beating, how can you develop friendship?

Where ever I am I always find myself looking out the window wishing I was somewhere else.

I don’t believe in an afterlife, so I don’t have to spend my whole life fearing hell, or fearing heaven even more. For whatever the tortures of hell, I think the boredom of heaven would be even worse.

Mad or glad, Mr. Reagan is head over heels in love with Mrs. Reagan and can’t even imagine a world without her – He loves her.