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Traveling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places.
Traveling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places.
The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the read more
The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the air, the skies,
To him are open paradise.
Dry your eyes--O dry your eyes,
For I was taught in Paradise
To ease my breast of read more
Dry your eyes--O dry your eyes,
For I was taught in Paradise
To ease my breast of melodies.
A limbo large and broad, since call'd
The Paradise of Fools to few unknown.
A limbo large and broad, since call'd
The Paradise of Fools to few unknown.
It is a curious thing that every creed promises a paradise which will be absolutely uninhabitable for anyone of civilised read more
It is a curious thing that every creed promises a paradise which will be absolutely uninhabitable for anyone of civilised taste.
Someone who has set out in the vehicle of a Bodhisattva should decide that `I must lead all the beings read more
Someone who has set out in the vehicle of a Bodhisattva should decide that `I must lead all the beings to nirvana, into that realm of nirvana which leaves nothing behind'. What is this realm of nirvana which leaves nothing behind ?
Be such a man, and live such a life, that if every man were such as you, and every life read more
Be such a man, and live such a life, that if every man were such as you, and every life a life like yours, this earth would be God's Paradise.
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.
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.