天堂
Memory is the only paradise from which we cannot be driven.
Memory is the only paradise from which we cannot be driven.
The only paradise is paradise lost.
The true paradises are the paradises that we have lost.
The only real paradise is a paradise we have lost.
A happy family is but an earlier heaven.
The poet's heart must be open to all the winds of heaven.
Love and art are the two wings that lift the soul to heaven.
Memory is the only paradise from which we cannot be driven.
God's in his heaven—All's right with the world!
The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.