How do the angels get to sleep when the devil leaves the porch light on?
I believe we are free, within limits, and yet there is an unseen hand, a guiding angel, that somehow, like a submerged propeller, drives us on.
I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of the character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.
I’m no angel, but I’ve spread my wings a bit.
I guess I have never really doubted that we are all born to our guardian angel.
Music is well said to be the speech of angels.
If a man is not rising upwards to be an angel, depend upon it, he is sinking downwards to be a devil.
In Heaven an angel is nobody in particular.
It comes down to whether you believe in seven miraculous escapes a week or one guardian angel.