Jean Paul
Jean Paul
Jean Paul, born Johann Paul Friedrich Richter, was a German Romantic writer, best known for his humorous novels and stories...
NationalityGerman
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth21 March 1763
CountryGermany
ennoble good sons
Good actions ennoble us, we are the sons of our own deeds.
confuse dreamers truth
Like all dreamers I confuse disenchantment with truth.
collection women
I think that the collection is very much sophisticated and very woman. It's elegant, not at all sportswear. But it's very much like daytime, but elegant.
books-and-reading call interested might phone send somebody
If there is somebody we're interested in we might place a phone call and send them a look book.
fake-people hate judging
I hate victims who respect their executioners.
judgement may existence
Therefore, in the nature of this will for freedom, which freedom itself implies, I may pass judgement on those who seek to hide from themselves the complete arbitrariness and the complete freedom of their existence.
humility institutions refuse
A writer must refuse to allow himself to be transformed into an institution.
human-nature introspection
Introspection is always retrospection
kings men soul
Aegistheus, the kings have another secret.... Once liberty has exploded in the soul of a man, the Gods can do nothing against that man. It is a matter for men to handle amongst themselves, and it is up to other men and to them alone to let him flee or to destroy him.
subjectivity humans universe
Il n'y a pas d'autre univers qu'un univers humain, l'univers de la subjectivite humaine. There is no other universe except the human universe, the universe of human subjectivity.
mistake people together
Criminals together. We're in hell, my little friend, and there's never any mistake there. People are not damned for nothing.
madness absurd relation
A madman's ravings are absurd in relation to the situation in which he finds himself, but not in relation to his madness.
nice heart nests
I’ve dropped out of their hearts like a little sparrow fallen from its nest. So gather me up, dear, fold me to your heart – and you’ll see how nice I can be.
time real existential
The real nature of the present revealed itself: it was what exists, all that was not present did not exist.