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
law miracle heaven
The miracle on earth are the laws of heaven.
break-up nature air
Sorrows gather around great souls as storms do around mountains; but, like them, they break the storm and purify the air of the plain beneath them.
beautiful forgiveness humanity
Humanity is never so beautiful as when praying for forgiveness, or else forgiving another.
friendship departed world
Each departed friend is a magnet that attracts us to the next world.
love beautiful summer
A woman who could always love would never grow old; and the love of mother and wife would often give or preserve many charms if it were not too often combined with parental and conjugal anger. There remains in the face of women who are naturally serene and peaceful, and of those rendered so by religion, an after-spring, and later an after-summer, the reflex of their most beautiful bloom.
life courage time
A timid person is frightened before a danger, a coward during the time, and a courageous person afterward.
love paradise romantic-inspirational
Paradise is always where love dwells.
fall flower heaven
There are souls which fall from heaven like flowers, but ere they bloom are crushed under the foul tread of some brutal hoof.
basketball mouths action
You prove your worth with your actions, not with your mouth.
sunflower sun
Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows.
friendship real hate
We learn our virtues from our friends who love us; our faults from the enemy who hates us. We cannot easily discover our real character from a friend. He is a mirror, on which the warmth of our breath impedes the clearness of the reflection.
time moon hair
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.
heart animal hair
Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?
god soul literature
God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.