Quotes By Jean Paul

Courage consists not in blindly overlooking danger, but in seeing it, and conquering it.

What makes old age so sad is not that our joys but our hopes cease.

Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.

The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.

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.

I have made as much out of myself as could be made of the stuff, and no man should require more.

Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.

Whenever, at a party, I have been in the mood to study fools, I have always looked for a great beauty: they always gather round her like flies around a fruit stall.

Weaklings must lie.

Every man has a rainy corner of his life whence comes foul weather which follows him.

Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.

A timid person is frightened before a danger, a coward during the time, and a courageous person afterward.

Humanity is never so beautiful as when praying for forgiveness, or else forgiving another.

Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.

It is simpler and easier to flatter people than to praise them.

Live your life and forget your age.

You prove your worth with your actions, not with your mouth.

Variety of mere nothings gives more pleasure than uniformity of something.

Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows.

Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.

Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.

Two aged men, that had been foes for life, Met by a grave, and wept - and in those tears They washed away the memory of their strife; Then wept again the loss of all those years.

The miracle on earth are the laws of heaven.

Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?

There are souls which fall from heaven like flowers, but ere they bloom are crushed under the foul tread of some brutal hoof.

Every man regards his own life as the New Year's Eve of time.

For sleep, riches and health to be truly enjoyed, they must be interrupted.

There are souls in this world which have the gift of finding joy everywhere and of leaving it behind them when they go.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

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.