The angels are so enamoured of the language that is spoken in heaven, that they will not distort their lips with the hissing and unmusical dialects of men, but speak their own, whether there be any who understand it or not.

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.

It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God only.

Angels fly because they take themselves lightly.

If an angel were ever to tell us anything of his philosophy I believe many propositions would sound like 2 times 2 equals 13.

A man does not have to be an angel in order to be a saint.

In Heaven an angel is nobody in particular.

The Angels were all singing out of tune, and hoarse with having little else to do, excepting to wind up the sun and moon or curb a runaway young star or two.

Were we as eloquent as angels we still would please people much more by listening rather than talking.

Make sure to send a lazy man the angel of death.