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.

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.

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

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

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

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

Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode, until we drive away

Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode, until we drive away

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 ?

Or were I in the wildest waste,
Sae bleak and bare, sae bleak and bare,
The desert read more

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.

Every age has a keyhole to which its eye is pasted.

Every age has a keyhole to which its eye is pasted.

Life is rather like a tin of sardines, we're all of us looking for the key.

Life is rather like a tin of sardines, we're all of us looking for the key.