I had no schooling whatever while I was a slave, though I remember on several occasions I went as far as the schoolhouse door with one of my young mistresses to carry her books. The picture of several dozen boys and girls in a schoolroom engaged in study made a deep impression upon me, and […]
Paradise is our native country, and we in this world be as exiles and strangers.
We were expelled from Paradise, but Paradise was not destroyed. In a sense our expulsion from Paradise was a stroke of luck, for had we not been expelled, Paradise would have had to be destroyed.
I suppose what makes me most glad is that we all recognize each other in this metaphysical space of silence and happening, and get some sense, for a moment, that we are full of paradise without knowing it.
Where choice begins, Paradise ends, innocence ends, for what is Paradise but the absence of any need to choose this action?
May I remind the poor dreamers of any Paradise Regained that God completely failed with the creation of this world. Why would He be successful with the other one?
This world is a prison for the Faithful, but a Paradise for unbelievers.
Paradise is exactly like where you are right now – only much, much better
We used to think earthly life was horrible and paradise awaited us when we died. Now we have made earthly life into a paradise and we fear death. It can’t possibly be as good as life as we know it in America.
Paradise is open to all kind hearts.