“I would gladly wander in Paradise,
But it is far away and there is no road.”
Tao Yuanming (365–427) Chinese poet
Substance, Shadow, and Spirit, "Shadow replies"
Translated by Arthur Waley
1940s, "Autobiographical Notes" (1949)
Context: It is quite clear to me that the religious paradise of youth, which was thus lost, was a first attempt to free myself from the chains of the "merely-personal," from an existence which is dominated by wishes, hopes and primitive feelings. Out yonder there was this huge world, which exists independently of us human beings and which stands before us like a great, eternal riddle, at least partially accessible to our inspection and thinking. The contemplation of this world beckoned like a liberation, and I soon noticed that many a man whom I had learned to esteem and to admire had found inner freedom and security in devoted occupation with it. The mental grasp of this extrapersonal world within the frame of the given possibilites swam as highest aim half consciously and half unconsciously before my mind's eye. Similarly motivated men of the present and of the past, as well as the insights which they had achieved, were the friends which could not be lost. The road to this paradise was not as comfortable and alluring as the road to the religious paradise; but it has proved itself as trustworthy, and I have never regretted having chosen it.
“I would gladly wander in Paradise,
But it is far away and there is no road.”
Tao Yuanming (365–427) Chinese poet
Substance, Shadow, and Spirit, "Shadow replies"
Translated by Arthur Waley
“Have I had two roads, I would have chosen their third.”
Mahmoud Darwich (1941–2008) Palestinian writer
Source: In the Presence of Absence
Henri Barbusse (1873–1935) French novelist
Light (1919), Ch. XXIII - Face To Face
Context: There is nothing between the paradise dreamed of and the paradise lost. There is nothing, since we always want what we have not got. We hope, and then we regret. We hope for the future, and then we turn to the past, and then we begin slowly and desperately to hope for the past! The two most violent and abiding feelings, hope and regret, both lean upon nothing. To ask, to ask, to have not! Humanity is exactly the same thing as poverty. Happiness has not the time to live; we have not really the time to profit by what we are. Happiness, that thing which never is — and which yet, for one day, is no longer!
“But veracity is a plant of paradise, and the seeds have never flourished beyond the walls.”
George Eliot book Romola
Volume II, Chapter XXV
Romola (1863)
Adlai Stevenson (1900–1965) mid-20th-century Governor of Illinois and Ambassador to the UN
Speeches of Adlai Ewing Stevenson (1952), p. 121
“I have always imagined that Paradise will be some kind of library.”
Jorge Luis Borges (1899–1986) Argentine short-story writer, essayist, poet and translator, and a key figure in Spanish language literature
Variant: I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.