Jean Paul
Jean Paul
Jean Paul, born Johann Paul Friedrich Richter, was a German Romantic writer, best known for his humorous novels and stories...
NationalityGerman
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth21 March 1763
CountryGermany
kind
There are many kinds of beauty, and you can find it where you least expect.
tattoo dream fashion
I love and admire everyone who is different. I love that. The 'jet set' is banal. 'Good taste' is banal. Eccentricity is chic. Good taste paralyzes. But punk or street fashion or a tattoo-covered body, that is interesting to me, and that I love. I didn't go to fashion school. I learned from watching couture shows on TV and reading magazines. That made me dream.
fashion interesting people
It's always the badly dressed people who are the most interesting.
fashion looks translate
Fashion is about what you look like, which translates to what you would like to be like.
fashion personality elegance
Elegance is a question of personality, more than one's clothing.
eye people opening-your-eyes
I would like to say to people, open your eyes and find beauty where you normally don't expect it.
support individuality depth
The writer is committed when he plunges to the very depths of himself with the intent to disclose, not his individuality, but his person in the complex society that conditions and supports him.
party men practice
I do not give a damn about the dead. They died for the [Communist] Party and the Party can decide what it wants. I practice a live man's politics, for the living.
passion men useless
L'homme est une passion inutile. Man is a useless passion.
world want bed
If you want to deserve Hell, you need only stay in bed. The world is iniquity; if you accept it, you are an accomplice, if you change it you are an executioner.
men libre
L'homme est condamne a' e" tre libre. Man is condemned to be free.
heart men earth
I have nothing but contempt for you idiotic chosen ones who have the heart to rejoice when there are the damned in Hell and the poor on earth; as for me, I am on the side of men and I will not leave it.
soul absence superb
Yes, I am so free. And what a superb absence is my soul.
writing eye order
In the nineteenth century one had to give all sorts of guarantees and lead an exemplary life in order to cleanse oneself in the eyes of the bourgeois of the sin of writing, for literature is, in essence, heresy. The situation has not changed except that it is now the Communists, that is, the qualified representatives of the proletariat, who as a matter of principle regard the writer as suspect.