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

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

So on he fares, and to the border comes,
Of Eden, where delicious Paradise,
Now nearer, crowns read more

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.

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.

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.

He that does good for good's sake seeks neither paradise nor reward, but he is sure of both in the read more

He that does good for good's sake seeks neither paradise nor reward, but he is sure of both in the end

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 ?

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.

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.