Jean Paul Quotes
Johann Paul Friedrich Richter was an influential German novelist and short-story writer. He is usually known by his pseudonym, Jean Paul.
(1763 - 1825)
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A man never discloses his own character so clearly as when he describes another s.
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A timid person is frightened before a danger, a coward during the time, and a courageous person afterward.
[Danger]
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A variety of nothing is superior to a monotony of something.
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Age does not matter if the matter does not age.
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Art is indeed not the bread but the wine of life.
[Art]
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As winter strips the leaves from around us, so that we may see the distant regions they formerly concealed, so old age takes away our enjoyments only to enlarge the prospect of the coming eternity.
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Be great in act, as you have been in thought.
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Beauty attracts us men; but if, like an armed magnet it is pointed, beside, with gold and silver, it attracts with tenfold power.
[Beauty]
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Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?
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Courage consists not in blindly overlooking danger, but in seeing it, and conquering it.
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Death gives us sleep, eternal youth, and immortality.
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Do not wait for extraordinary circumstances to do good action; try to use ordinary situations.
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Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows.
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Every man has a rainy corner of his life whence comes foul weather which follows him.
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Every man regards his own life as the New Year's Eve of time.
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Flowers never emit so sweet and strong a fragrance as before a storm. When a storm approaches thee, be as fragrant as a sweet-smelling flower.
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For sleep, riches and health to be truly enjoyed, they must be interrupted.
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God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.
[God]
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Good actions ennoble us, we are the sons of our own deeds.
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Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.
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