Jean Paul (German: [ʒɑ̃ paʊl]; 21 March 1763 – 14 November 1825), born Johann Paul Friedrich Richter, was a German Romantic writer, best known for his humorous novels and stories.
Men, like bullets, go farthest when they are smoothest.
Universal love is a glove without fingers, which fits all bands alike and none closely; but true affection is like a glove with fingers, which fits one hand only, and sits close to that one.
Remembrances last longer than present realities.
Woman and men of retiring timidity are cowardly only in dangers which affect themselves, but the first to rescue when others are in danger.
The happiness of life consists, like the day, not in single flashes (of light), but in one continuous mild serenity. The most beautiful period of the heart's existence is in this calm equable light, even although it be only moonshine or twilight. Now the mind alone can obtain for us this heavenly cheerfulness and peace.
I would rather dwell in the dim fog of superstition than in air rarefied to nothing by the air-pump of unbelief-in which the panting breast expires, vainly and convulsively gasping for breath.
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 the same effect upon them.
God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.
The end we aim at must be known, before the way can be made.
Like a morning dream, life becomes more and more bright the longer we live, and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.
With so many thousand joys, is it not black ingratitude to call the world a place of sorrow and torment?
Despair is the only genuine atheism.
You prove your worth with your actions, not with your mouth.
A scholar knows no boredom.
Love lessens woman's delicacy and increases man's.
Romanticism is beauty without bounds-the beautiful infinite.
Laughing cheerfulness throws the light of day on all the paths of life.
There is a joy in sorrow which none but a mourner can know.
The romance of life begins and ends with two blank pages. Age and extreme old age.
feelings of man are always pure and the brightest to the meeting time and Farewell.