If men were angels, no government would be necessary.
O, what may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!
Without your wounds where would your power be? The very angels themselves cannot persuade the wretched and blundering children on earth as can one human being broken in the wheels of living. In love's service, only the wounded soldiers can serve.
If my devils are to leave me, I am afraid my angels will take flight as well.
—Rainer Maria Rilke
I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.