Luis von Ahn Quotes

My idea of heaven is not writing.

To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring - it was peace.

Only a fool would refuse to enter a fool's paradise when that's the only paradise he'll ever have a chance to enter.

I count it as a certainty that in paradise, everyone naps.

I suspect that perfect happiness is not possible for me. I suppose if I was ever selected for eternal life - the moment I was informed - that would bring me the closest.

I have made of Sydney, to which I sailed in 1965, a paradise beyond the powers of fancy.

When I was young, all I wanted to do was go to nightclubs, drink, have fun and be unproductive.

I spent 10 days on the beach and slept pretty much all day, every day. It was the perfect place to have a rest.

I do think I am a country boy at heart. I love the buzz of towns and going out with friends and sitting with them drinking and whatever - it's fun - but, at the same time, I like space and freedom.

Wheresoever she was, there was Eden.

A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.

Rapture is the gateway to nirvana.

My business in life is to eat, drink, sleep, and die. Everything else is superfluity and I will have none of it.

I had always thought of Paradise / In form and image as a library.

It would be pleasant to be drunk.

Utopias rest on the fallacy that perfection is a legitimate goal of human existence.

The pleasure we hold in esteem for the course of our lives ought to have a greater share of our time dedicated to it; we should refuse no occasion nor omit any opportunity of drinking, and always have it in our minds.

Paradise is always where love dwells.

I'd walked too close to heaven and gotten a glimpse. The hell I'd lived before her no longer appealed to me.

How much better when the whole land is a garden, and the people have grown up in the bowers of a paradise.

One day in Dipstick, Nebraska, or Landfill, Oklahoma, is worth more to me than an eternity in Dante's plastic Paradiso, or Yeats's gold-plated Byzantium.

At last I have come into a dreamland.

All the opinions in the world point out that pleasure is our aim.

Those ancients who in poetry presented the golden age, who sang its happy state, perhaps, in their Parnassus, dreamt this place. Here, mankind's root was innocent; and here were every fruit and never-ending spring; these streams--the nectar of which poets sing.