He deserves paradise who makes his companions laugh

Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.

So on he fares, and to the border comes, Of Eden, where delicious Paradise, Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green, As with a rural mound, the champain head Of a steep wilderness.

Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode, until we drive away

But 'twas beyond a mortal's share / To wander solitary there: / Two paradises 'twere in one, / To live in paradise alone.

If you cannot catch a bird of paradise, better take a wet hen.