The academy is not paradise. But learning is a place where paradise can be created.
How soon the labor of men would make a paradise of the earth were it not for misgovernment and a diversion of his energies to selfish interests.
It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse.
Dogs are our link to paradise.
Longer Version:
Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent.
Utility is when you have one telephone, luxury is when you have two, and paradise is when you have none.
Longer Version:
Utility is when you have one telephone, luxury is when you have two, opulence is when you have three -- and paradise is when you have none.
In looking for the keys of paradise, a pope may stoop a little; having found them, he should rise again.
Traveling is a fool's paradise.
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Traveling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty, and lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from. I seek the Vatican, and the palaces. I affect to be intoxicated with sights and suggestions, but I am not intoxicated. My giant goes with me wherever I go.
A person who has not completely lost the memory of paradise, even though it is a faint one, will suffer endlessly. He will feel the call of the essential world, will hear the voice that comes from so far away that one cannot find out where it comes from, a voice that cannot guide him.
All paradises, all utopias are designed by who is not there, by the people who are not allowed in.
Paradise is the here and now, the actual, tangible, dogmatically real Earth on which we stand. Yes, God bless America, the Earth upon which we stand.
Think of what a paradise this world would be if men were kind and wise.
Because of impatience we were driven out; because of impatience we cannot return.
It is better to be unhappy and know the worst, than to be happy in a fool's paradise.
The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear,
And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.
I'm goin' to take a little trip, down paradise's endless shores. They say that travel broadens the mind, till you can't get your head out of doors.
Paradises an only be made with our own hands, with our own creativity in harmony with the free creativity of nature.
We do not understand that life is paradise, for it suffices only to wish to understand it, and at once paradise will appear in front of us in its beauty.
If I am happy inside, then I live in paradise no matter where my residence is.
Paradise is not somewhere else... it is within you. And it is not in some other time, after death... It is in you right now.
You should paint those visions of paradise rather than just talking about them.
Life is paradise, and we are all in paradise, but we refuse to see it.
Here is an unspeakable secret: paradise is all around us and we do not understand.
Travel is seeking the lost paradise. It is the supreme illusion of love.
And all I do is look into your eyes
For that special touch of paradise.
Paradise is here or nowhere: you must take your joy with you or you will never find it.
Me, I still believe in paradise. But now at least I know its not some place you can look for because its not where you go. It's how you feel for a moment in your life when you're a part of something and if you find that moment, it lasts forever.
We all know how we can be turned around by a magic place; that's why we travel, often. And yet we all know, too, that the change cannot be guaranteed. Travel is a fool's paradise, Emerson reminded us, if we think that we can find anything far off that we could not find at home.
There has been no persecution I have not tasted, no oppression I have not suffered. I neither care for Paradise nor fear Hell. If I see my nation's belief secured, I will not even care about burning in Hell, for while my body is burning, my heart will be as if in a rose garden.
Rhyme is an attempt to reassemble and reaffirm the possibility of paradise. There is a wholeness, a serenity, in sounds coupling to form a memory.
Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise. No one compares to you, but there's no you, except in my dreams tonight.
Everyone in your culture knows this. Man was born to turn the world into paradise, but tragically he was born flawed. And so his paradise has always been spoiled by stupidty, greed, destructiveness, and shortsightedness.
Jealousy is the dragon in paradise; the hell of heaven; and the most bitter of the emotions because it is associated with the sweetest.
Paradise was always over there, a day's sail away. But it's a funny thing, escapism. You can go far and wide and you can keep moving on and on through places and years, but you never escape your own life. I, finally, knew where my life belonged. Home.
Just past hell lies paradise. Sometimes we have to remind ourselves of that.
Nature allowed only the fit and the lucky to share this paradise-in-the-making.
By the practice of meditation, you will find that you are carrying within your heart a portable paradise.
It is better to have your head in the clouds, and know where you are... than to breathe the clearer atmosphere below them, and think that you are in paradise.
Children are the keys of paradise.
Longer Version:
Children are the keys of Paradise. They alone are good and wise, because their thoughts, their very lives are prayer.
If there were in the world today any large number of people who desired their own happiness more than they desired the unhappiness of others, we could have a paradise in a few years.
If we could make our house a home, and then make it a sanctuary, I think we could truly find paradise on Earth.
He who aspires to paradise should learn to deal with people with kindness.
