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The longing for Paradise is man's longing not to be man.

The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Of all the inventions of man I doubt whether any was more easily accomplished than that of a Heaven
On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it
The true paradises are the lost paradises
I should have no use for a paradise in which I should be deprived of the right to prefer hell
A fool's paradise is a wise man's hell!
Paradise was made for tender hearts; hell, for loveless hearts
In heaven all the interesting people are missing
A youth to whom was given
So much of earth, so much of heaven.

Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven
This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven;
The rueful conflict, the heart riven
With vain endeavour,
And memory of Earth's bitter leaven
Effaced forever.

Thoughts suggested on the Banks of the Nith
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