Mark Twain Quotes

Paradise is exactly like where you are right now... only much, much better.

You can just drift unhappily towards this vision of heaven on earth, and ultimately that is what architecture is a vision of: Heaven on earth, at it's best.

I have only one dream. It is the oldest of humanity, of man, in time. It is paradise. I would like to give paradise to everyone.

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.

If there is no war in Paradise, how can there be any delights there?

Paradise A concept embraced by almost every culture. A land of peace and harmony. Some say it doesn't belong to the earth, that there is no Shangri-la, no utopian wilderness for the living.

I have read descriptions of Paradise that would make any sensible person stop wanting to go there.

Music is harmony, harmony is perfection, perfection is our dream, and our dream is heaven.

Who loves a garden still his Eden keeps.

Let's build Paradise again.

On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.

In my wildest dreams, I could not have imagined a sweeter life.

There is a kind of serenity in love which is almost a paradise.

My idea of heaven is not writing.

The kingdom is in such a peaceful state that people come from afar to visit

We can make this country the garden of Eden.

Sometimes I perceive that there is a stillness and a wholeness in the world or in some portion or corner or fragment of the world or some little place in time where things just feel so right and huge and powerful and easy that I will have the perhaps blasphemous thought maybe there are layers of heaven.

Heaven is beautiful because it is the expression of that which is the perfection of beauty.

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

No monster vibration, no snake universe hallucinations. Many tiny jeweled violet flowers along the path of a living brook that looked like Blake's illustration for a canal in grassy Eden: huge Pacific watery shore, Orlovsky dancing naked like Shiva long-haired before giant green waves, titanic cliffs that Wordsworth mentioned in his own Sublime, great yellow sun veiled with mist hanging over the planet's oceanic horizon. No harm.

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

Yo, que me figuraba el Paraíso / Bajo la especie de una biblioteca. I have always imagined Paradise as a kind of library.

When spring comes to Paris the humblest mortal alive must feel that he dwells in paradise.

I can't imagine a more ideal life.

Peace is the first thing the angels sang.