In this fool's paradise he drank delight
George Grabbe.
“All that is not prose passes for poetry.”
“See Time has touched me gently in his race And left no odious furrows in my face.”
“In this fool's paradise he drank delight”
“Peace be upon you, for you have persevered! How excellent, then, this fulfilment in the hereafter!”
“she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of paradise”
“Maybe it takes tragedy to create paradise.”