There was a thing called Heaven; but all the same they used to drink enormous quantities of alcohol.
There is nothing, nothing in heaven, or in nature or in mind or anywhere else which does not equally contain both immediacy and mediation.
The candle aimed its spear of light at Heaven, like an artist who consumes himself to become divine.
The “kingdom of heaven” is a state of the heart – not something to come “beyond the world” or “after death.”
No need of light for those whom Heaven guides.[On n’a pas besoin de lumière, quand on est conduit par le ciel.]