Constant companion, guardian and friend,
The radiant light of heaven here on earth,
Reverence, awe, the most amazing grace,
Bountiful hope, serenity of face.
The fragrance of sky and wisdom of all ages,
An eternal story written on gossamer pages.
A song of heartfelt longing; a rush of wings,
An angel, my child, is all these things.

Their garments are white, but with an unearthly whiteness. I cannot describe it, because it cannot be compared to earthly whiteness; it is much softer to the eye. These bright Angels are enveloped in a light so different from ours that by comparison everything else seems dark. When you see a band of fifty, you are lost in amazement. They seem clothed with golden plates, constantly moving, like so many suns.
--Pere Lamy

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.
--Rabindranath Tagore