There are souls which fall from heaven like flowers, but ere they bloom are crushed under the foul tread of some brutal… — 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
There are souls in this world which have the gift of finding joy everywhere and of leaving it behind them when they… — 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
Sorrows gather around great souls as storms do around mountains; but, like them, they break the storm and purify the air of… — Jean Paul Copy Share Image
How narrow our souls become when absorbed in any present good or ill! It is only the thought of the future that… — 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 of them. A worthy German, just before Richter's death, edited a complete edition of his works, in which one particular passage fairly puzzled him. Determined to have it explained at the source, he went to John… — Jean Paul Copy Share
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
