Subtle he needs must be, who could seduce Angels.
Woman is closer to angels than man because she knows how to mingle an infinite tenderness with the most absolute compassion.
The earth has grown old with its burden of care. But at Christmas it always is young, The heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair
And its soul full of music breaks the air,
When the song of angels is sung.
The fact is prosperity has a purpose. Its to allow us to pursue "the better angels," to give us time to think and grow.
However, there are all sorts of behaviours in the Bible that might be called mad now, but aren't designated as insanity by the text itself. People see visions of angels going up and down ladders, of fiery chariots and, like Moses, who hears a bush talking, and Balaam the prophet who has a conversation with his donkey, they hear voices of those who cannot be said to be present in any usual sense of the word. They also speak in tongues, as the disciples do at Pentecost. Like madness, the visions, the voices and the speaking in tongues are due to external and usually divine agencies. In a world so permeated with supernatural powers, there are no accidents, and in one so riddled with prophets who went into a frenzy while prophesying many more kinds of behaviour were accepted as normal, at least for a prophet or an inspired person, than would be the case now. John the Baptist, dressed in animal skins and wandering around in the wilderness denouncing his social superiors, was not thought of as a de-institutionalized street person who's gone off his medications, but as a saint. And this was the pattern for mediaeval views of aberrant behaviour if you were acting crazy it was a divine punishment, or else you were possessed, by powers either divine or demonic perhaps aided, in the latter case, by witches.
Man was created a little lower than the angels, and has been getting lower ever since.
Music is well said to be the speech of angels.
Friends are kisses blown to us by angels.
Even a band of angels can turn ugly and start looting if enough angels are unemployed and hanging around the Pearly Gates convinced that all the succubi own all the liquor stores in Heaven.
It is not known precisely where angels dwell - whether in the air, the void, or the planets. It has not been God's pleasure that we should be informed of their abode.
When angels visit us, we do not hear the rustle of wings, nor feel the feathery touch of the breast of a dove; but we know their presence by the love they create in our hearts.
Ideologies have no heart of their own. They're the whores and angels of our striving selves.
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
Other men said they have seen angels, But I have seen thee And thou art enough.
It would take battalions of angels to protect us from our dreaded dangers, though in a long lifetime few of the dangers come to anything.
Sometimes our grandmas and grandpas are like grand-angels.
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
The only thing that makes life endurable in this world is human love, and yet, according to Christianity, that is the very thing that we are not to have in the other world. We are to be so taken up with Jesus and angels, that we shall care nothing about our brothers and sisters that have been damned. We shall be so carried away with the music of the harp that we shall not even hear the wail of father and mother. Such a religion is a disgrace to human nature.
Children have no use for psychology. They detest sociology. They still believe in God, the family, angels, devils, witches, goblins, logic, clarity, punctuation, and other such obsolete stuff. When a book is boring, they yawn openly. They don't expect their writer to redeem humanity, but leave to adults such childish allusions.
There is a certain class of people who prefer to say that their fathers came down in the world through their own follies than to boast that they rose in the world through their own industry and talents. It is the same shabby-genteel sentiment, the same vanity of birth which makes men prefer to believe that they are degenerated angels rather than elevated apes.
Man thrives where angels would die of ecstasy and where pigs would die of disgust.
When we worship God, our angels add their prayers and turn our single voices into hundred-part harmony.
Love came down at Christmas; love all lovely, love divine; love was born at Christmas, stars and angels gave the sign.
Nurses are angels in comfortable shoes.
Angels deliver Fate to our doorstep - and anywhere else it is needed.