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It is for you that paradise is opened, the tree of life is
planted, the age to come is read more
It is for you that paradise is opened, the tree of life is
planted, the age to come is prepared, plenty is provided, a city
is built, rest is appointed, goodness is established and wisdom
perfected beforehand.
Through clever and constant application of propaganda, people can be made to see paradise as hell, and also the other read more
Through clever and constant application of propaganda, people can be made to see paradise as hell, and also the other way round, to consider the most wretched sort of life as paradise.
One morn a Peri at the gate
Of Eden stood disconsolate.
One morn a Peri at the gate
Of Eden stood disconsolate.
There is no expeditious road
To pack and label men for God,
And save them by the read more
There is no expeditious road
To pack and label men for God,
And save them by the barrel-load.
Some may perchance, with strange surprise,
Have blundered into Paradise.
He that does good for good's sake seeks neither paradise nor reward, but he is sure of both in the read more
He that does good for good's sake seeks neither paradise nor reward, but he is sure of both in the end
So on he fares, and to the border comes,
Of Eden, where delicious Paradise,
Now nearer, crowns read more
So on he fares, and to the border comes,
Of Eden, where delicious Paradise,
Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green,
As with a rural mound, the champain head
Of a steep wilderness.
Not one or two, Subhuti, not one or two, but all the beings - men, women, animals, birds, trees, rocks. read more
Not one or two, Subhuti, not one or two, but all the beings - men, women, animals, birds, trees, rocks. All the beings in the world. One should create such a determination that `I will lead all of them into nirvana'.
The Park Avenue of poodles and polished brass; it is cab country, tip-town, glassville, a window-washer's paradise.
The Park Avenue of poodles and polished brass; it is cab country, tip-town, glassville, a window-washer's paradise.
Your optimistic eyes seem like paradise, to someone like...me.
Your optimistic eyes seem like paradise, to someone like...me.