Johann Paul Friedrich Richter (March 21 1763 – November 14 1825) was an influential German novelist and short-story writer. He is usually referred to by his pseudonym, Jean Paul.
Born: March 21st, 1763
Died: November 14th, 1825
Categories: Authors, 1820s deaths
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Die Erinnerung ist das einzige Paradies, aus welchem wir nicht getrieben werden können.
Music is the moonlight in the gloomy night of life.
The past and future are veiled; but the past wears the widow's veil; the future, the virgin's.
The grandest of heroic deeds are those which are performed within four walls and in domestic privacy.
The wish falls often warm upon my heart that I may learn nothing here that I cannot continue in the other world; that I may do nothing here but deeds that will bear fruit in heaven.
The wish falls often warm upon my heart that I may learn nothing here that I cannot continue in the other world; that I may do nothing here but deeds that will bear fruit in heaven.
No one is so much alone in the universe as a denier of God. With an orphaned heart, which has lost the greatest of fathers, he stands mourning by the immeasurable corpse of nature, no longer moved and sustained by the Spirit of the universe.
The miracles of earth are the laws of heaven.
The virtues, like the body,become strong more by labor than by nourishment.
Memory is the only paradise out of which we cannot be driven away.
How calmly may we commit ourselves to the hands of Him who bears up the world!
Lift thyself up, look. around, and see something higher and brighter than earth, earthworms, and earthly darkness.
Suffering is my gain; I bow To my Heavenly Father's will, And receive it hushed and still; Suffering is my worship now.
The last, best fruit that comes to perfection, even in the kindliest soul, is tenderness toward the hard; forbearance toward the unforbearing; warmth of heart toward the cold; and philanthropy toward the misanthropic.
Has it never occurred to us, when surrounded by sorrows, that they may be sent to us only for our instruction, as we darken the cages of birds when we wish to teach them to sing?
The life of Christ concerns Him who, being the holiest among the mighty, and the mightiest among the holy, lifted with His pierced hand empires off their hinges, and turned the stream of centuries out of its channel, and still governs the ages.
When in your last hour (think of this) all faculty in the broken spirit shall fade away, and sink into inanity — imagination, thought, effort, enjoyment — then will the flower of belief, which blossoms even in the night, remain to refresh you with its fragrance in the last darkness.