Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can. — Jean Paul Copy Share Image
Humanity is never so beautiful as when praying for forgiveness, or else forgiving another. Forgiveness brings peace to your heart and wings… — Jean Paul Copy Share Image
See, indeed, that your daughter is thoroughly grounded and experienced in household duties; but take care, through religion and poetry, to keep… — Jean Paul Copy Share Image
People will not bear it when advice is violently given, even if it is well founded. Hearts are flowers; they remain open… — Jean Paul Copy Share Image
The last, best fruit which comes to late perfection, even in the kindliest soul, is tenderness toward the hard, forbearance toward the… — Jean Paul Copy Share Image
The heart needs not for its heaven much space, nor many stars therein, if only the star of love has arisen. — Jean Paul Copy Share Image
Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of… — Jean Paul Copy Share Image
The happiness of life consists, like the day, not in single flashes (of light), but in one continuous mild serenity. The most… — Jean Paul Copy Share Image
What Cicero said of men-that they are like wines, age souring the bad, and bettering the good-we can say of misfortune, that it has… — Jean Paul Copy Share Image
Like a morning dream, life becomes more and more bright the longer we live, and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has… — Jean Paul Copy Share Image
I have made as much out of myself as could be made of the stuff, and no man should require more. — Jean Paul Copy Share Image
In science the new is an advance; but in morals, as contradicting our inner ideals and historic idols, it is ever a retrogression. — Jean Paul Copy Share Image
It has been jestingly said that the works of John Paul Richter are almost unintelligible to any but the Germans, and even to some… — Jean Paul Copy Share Image
What makes old age so sad is, not that our joys, but that our hopes then cease. — Jean Paul Copy Share Image
There are souls which fall from heaven like flowers, but ere they bloom are crushed under the foul tread of some brutal hoof. — Jean Paul Copy Share Image
