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In the nine heavens are eight Paradises; Where is the ninth one? In the human breast. Only the blessed dwell in th' Paradises, But blessedness dwells in the human breast.

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.

Or were I in the wildest waste, Sae bleak and bare, sae bleak and bare, The desert were a paradise If thou wert there, if thou were there.

In this fool's paradise, he drank delight.

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 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 melodies.

A book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread, and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness-- On, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

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.

A limbo large and broad, since call'd The Paradise of Fools to few unknown.

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.

One morn a Peri at the gate Of Eden stood disconsolate.

The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.

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.

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.

He who has gold makes and accomplishes whatever he wishes in the world and finally uses it to send souls to paradise.

I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.

If one cannot catch the bird of paradise, better take a wet hen.

It is a curious thing that every creed promises a paradise which will be absolutely uninhabitable for anyone of civilised taste.

Paradise is to be the ultimate instrument, fulfilling God's desperate intent that we love each other. The music people . . . they give thanks for the gift and reflect the love.