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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.
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.
Mahomet was taking his afternoon nap in his Paradise. An houri
had rolled a cloud under his head, and read more
Mahomet was taking his afternoon nap in his Paradise. An houri
had rolled a cloud under his head, and he was snoring serenely
near the fountain of Salsabil.
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.
One morn a Peri at the gate
Of Eden stood disconsolate.
One morn a Peri at the gate
Of Eden stood disconsolate.
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'.
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.
Nor count compartments of the floors,
But mount to paradise
By the stairway of surprise.
Nor count compartments of the floors,
But mount to paradise
By the stairway of surprise.
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.
